I’m at that point where I’m seriously considering doing something illegal to make money-prostitution, selling drugs, or stealing some rare expensive artwork a la Oceans 11-13.
I’d prefer the latter; it just seems cooler and less traumatizing. Anyway I’ve been MIA for the past week or so trying to figure out life, and I still don’t get it. I had two interviews with an awesome, well known, creative production/photography studio; however, I became over booked over at my favorite reoccurring gig and had to reschedule my final interview for the position. I rescheduled it with the hopes that I would still be in the running to be America’s Next Top Studio Coordinator.
Alas, they emailed before my interview and told me they went with someone else. I was crushed. I almost cried, but I remembered I’m a thug. Thugs don’t cry. Especially not on Fridays. I immediately went into stealth job applicant mode and applied to any and everything on Craigslist. Except to the egg donation listings only because I don’t meet the age requirements. If only I was this desperate between the ages of 20-29.
So here I am, wondering how it will all work out. I didn’t get that position for a reason, duh. I just don’t know what that reason is, and it will continue to escape me until I land that massive dream job that crushes all my previous potential/almost jobs. That’s the thing about the Universe, it doesn’t make sense to us mere mortals. I guess that’s where that whole faith and believing in yourself thing comes into play. *Long exasperated sigh* While I try to make sense of it all, I’m assembling a con artist team , Ocean’s 13 1/2. Please contact my burner flip phone if you would like to join.
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