Feeling pretty low about the whole job thing today. Frustrated, stressed, discouraged--you know, the whole gamut. Job options just seem to get smaller and smaller--stuff I want to do less and less. And I'm less and less motivated to look; I want to hide under the covers and cry. I want to believe there is a plan and a purpose to all of this and I do, but today I'm needing a little more than simple assurance. I'm needing an effing job.
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if only i could hire you to be my personal assistant for like, a hundred grand a year, and your responsibilities would be to loaf & tell me more funny stories & go get me wings AND chicken.
ahh yes. that would be kindof awesome.
(i'm really sorry things suck real bad right now)
love you.
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