Can't a dame get a decent 'awesome' job?

I'm sitting under this large proverbial, collective umbrella that I like to call "un- employment".
It certainly isn't pretty.

In the past I've tried hope, I've tried giving up hope, and hope again. At the moment, I'm sort of enjoying the free, unrestricted life that comes with my status, however....

at the same time. I am scrounging around the bottom of bags for coin-age to catch buses. Whenever I find a shimmering five cent coin on the ground, I stare at it wide-eyed, seriously debating whether I am in the prime position to pick it up. There is a lot that goes into this thought process. For example



Free money!

Wait... is that guy watching me

(sometimes I'd stare off the competition..It's MY SHINY MONEY!)

am I standing at a decent angle to the ground?

Gee, Parallel-ism is awkward...

YOINK!

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And voila, I am five cents richer! Five cents more then I had yesterday! awesome! My boyfriend has pointed out that I constantly find money. Even though the denomination is never higher then ten cents.... but think about it if you found five cents a day for a year...you'd be $18.25 richer. That can buy....like what? One icecream cone these days....

Sometimes you get lucky. Lucky that some other, poor unfortunate sap couldn't afford to re-stitch the hole in their pocket, and you find notes! I once found $5 in a lecture theatre. One bonus to showing up to class early! It pays!!!!

However, money fishing aside. I had more serious issues to worry about. Like. GETTING A JOB. Anybody who is willing and able to work should be able to find a job in this country. Enough to earn a living on! I've been unemployed now for a number of months. I quit my last job for sanity reasons....truth be told...Customers can be real wankers sometimes.

However, I am willing and able to work! But I envy all those people with "awesome" jobs. Like.... how is it that I miss getting hired for the cinema when I show up a week later with my resume and they have hired like 20 people! How did I miss that? How do those lanky, educated, quirky cool types get a job at Borders? I want a job at borders....

dammit....I just want a job...


(That's awesome)