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So, I've been trying to find a job. I've been applying -everywhere- doing my best to show up even to pick up an application in nice looking clothes and be as friendly and happy as possible. Not only does this not seem to help at all, but I get -GLARED- at for doing so. o_o Not just by the staff, either. By customers, too. It's humiliating...
But anyway, how the hell is someone who's 20 years old (almost 21) and has never had a job supposed to GET a job?
I've applied to even McDonald's, Target, and Kroger. Three places I would HATE to work. I've at least not stooped so low as to apply to Wal-Mart.
But even at that, I've not received one reply. Not from any of the dozens of places I've applied. Something about being 20 and not having a job yet must scream "LOSER" at people... it doesn't help that most jobs are asking for experienced people. How the hell is one to get experience when noone's willing to hire?? -_- *fail*

I'm getting tired of the wireless connection the housemate has set up. I'm apparently not allowed to use an ethernet cable, but I'm getting damn tired of having to go through the 'connect - failure - connect - failure - repeat for fucking 30 minutes before you can connect for 10 seconds before I disconnect again' thing. I'm sorry, but ten seconds on the god damn internet isn't gonna help me much. GAH. *fails, as well as flails and wants to hurt something*

All in all, I seem to be failing at life. My neighbor believes I'm why her daughter knows about kill shelters (hello, don't want the kid to know about it, don't talk about sending the fucking puppies you let her bond with for three months to one while on the phone IN FRONT OF HER). My housemate thinks I'm lazy, and probably thinks I lie to him and eat everything (he forgets that every time I eat, I feed him too. Hell, sometimes I don't even eat, but I feed him!). My cats think I'm out to get them (they have fleas, and I've been catching them and killing the fleas randomly, so they think I'm the devil). My parents won't stop harassing me about seeing them for one of the upcoming holidays even though they damn well know I don't want shit to do with them. And last but not least, I made an agreement with my grandfather that I'd open a savings account and that he'd give me the rest of my money (my father died and left me an unknown sum of money that my grandfather won't tell me how much he left).

I just fail at life. -_-

Date: 2008-10-15 11:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] e-phemera.livejournal.com
*hugs* You don't/aren't "fail"; life is just tough.

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