At this moment in time, I cannot think of anything more detestable, more miserable, than job-hunting.
Please, kill me now. I've applied to so many places. So many. No one wants me. I am unwanted. Times like these, the phrase, "I fail at life" never leaves the head.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
3 comments:
O hay, welcome to my situation.
Could I hire the two of you as my personal assistants? Really, I mean... I'm kind of a superstar (in my own head) and I can't be bothered with things like dry cleaning, driving, scheduling hair appointments, or preparing my own meals.
You can start ASAP.
Pay is negotiable.
(And by pay, of course, I mean Skittles.)
Skittles, Skittles, bite-sized candy.
Wouldn't it be great to be someone's personal assitant?
Post a Comment