Skipping Rungs on the Corporate Ladder

Spam bots, did you think I left you forever? Nope! Just lazy. Really lazy. I leave coffee mugs in the bathroom sometimes, and that's where they stay for about two weeks until I get so disgusted with myself that I have to go clean something. So, of course I'm going to tell you about my problems with jobs and corporate ladders and whatnot, but I'm also going to show you a day in the life of this sad sack.

Today, I'm going to be waiting for a phone call. Hell, it might not even come, but I was made aware that if they were to call, it would be this Friday. I interviewed for a temporary job this Monday, and all went really well. I got all 'very good' check marks in the far left column. But there were no openings that day. She said that I should wait until Friday, so I did. It's the day that's that day, and now I have to lay in anguish waiting for something that might not even happen.

I'll be drinking a fuck-ton of coffee, being inexplicably cold, and doing more west coast apartment-searching to keep me from blowing up something to pass the time.

Oh! And here's a side note. Last weekend, I went to a comedy club with free tickets, hoping at least for someone to bomb (uh-oh, looks like some government officials will be reading this for content!), but no, they weren't bad. They told jokes about their wives and how they couldn't get any ass before that, and they went mainstream, and I drank some MGDs. Fucking two-drink minimum. Beer was cheaper than bottled water.

Maybe more about that later.

Have you ever gotten a job that you weren't really qualified for? I definitely haven't. I read all these stories about people who absently apply for something far above their heads and end up walking out with a $17/hr job with fucking benefits. I search for months and still have to jump through hoops to get a seasonal stocking job at Burlington Coat Factory.

When I lived briefly in Arkansas, I couldn't find work. None. Not even a night job at the Kum-n-Go gas station. Granted, they wanted me to fill out an IQ test that would've taken 35-45 minutes that I didn't do, but come on, Arkansas. I'm not a bad character. I could stand at a cash register for a few hours. I have, actually.


Am I a terrible person for not wanting a job? Can't I somehow skip that part and just get the money? Is it wrong to grow up and get older and realize that you don't want a career or a husband or a pair of kids that eat at your savings only to grow up and call you a bitch for wanting them to be cool for once? Well, that's what I want. I know my parents aren't happy that I quit college and don't want to make babies, but tough shit.

I spend most of my time sitting at home in my room by myself in the dark, trying to figure out how I can make money without really doing anything, and so far, I have figured out things I want to do after we move to the coast. What can I do in suburban Indianapolis besides wait until I can leave? This place sucks. Waiting for this call also sucks. I'm going to wrap this up before I start depressing anyone. Later, internet folk!