masseffection

Right, so I applied at Denny's a couple weeks ago because I know some kids from school who work there and they asked me to apply 'cause I'm nice and all and they'd like working with me. Even talked to their managers. (One of them is an assistan manager.)

Naturally, I don't get the job. But this little snot who sits at my lunch table (who applied a week after me) does. This is the one who had just turned eighteen and who was pulled over three months ago and was drunk as an overzealous Catholic at communion(no offense) and higher than a fucking cloud. The one who's dad had to bail her out of jail and isn't legally allowed to drive. (Of course, daddy lets her anyway. As long as she's home by two AM.)

..Do you have any idea how inferior that made me feel. I have no record and I'm practically a straight A student. She's lucky if she remembers what class she goes to next. The only thing she cares about he getting smashed every weekend.

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I need to get out of South Dakota. I've said it before, and I'm saying it again. The fuckwit employers here look for one thing first: looks. Because all the conservative pricks want 'normal' people serving them. Rufus forbid I don't follow the norm and my pants are slightly baggy. That I'm not the thinnest, most beautiful person applying for the goddamn job. Fucking hell, I even went out and bought "preppy" clothes so I could come across as 'normal'ish and I hate the fact that I'm being such a fucking lamer just for a job.

I need to get out of here. Even if it's just to Iowa or Minnesota. I just need the money to do it.. Which means I'd need a job. ..Which starts the whole fucking cycle all over again. Sigh.

[music: Blue Man Group - "Drumbone"]