Another Day, Another Job Rejection

I'm not sure how much longer I can deal with this shit.

Longshot

It's been an anticlimactic month to be certain.  Spent chasing job leads and attempting to whore myself out for money to those who need employees.  Regardless, it doesn't matter much.

I'm contemplating a long shot here.  A commercial piece of writing, a vision of a screenplay.  It's not original: an adaptation.  A dream, really.  I haven't written it yet, but I feel compelled to adapt this story again to the screen for modern audiences.  I have to re-read the source, obviously, but I also feel like working on this will help my sanity somewhat.  Perhaps it will take some time, and obviously it's a longshot, but it's worth it, right?

A New Level of Bullshit

As I should have predicted, that job turned out to be bullshit really quick.  I did well in the interview, and they wanted to set up a new one.  At first I was happy, then anxious, then freaked out, then I decided to look up the company.  What I found made me not amused.

I knew it was a sales position, that primarily did face-to-face customer interaction.  What I didn't realize is that was code for a fucking door-to-door salesperson.  Fuck that shit.  I may have minimal amount of money, but goddamn it, I have some dignity at the very least.  And I feel manipulated, because they knew that I was recent college graduate desperate for an opportunity.  Desperate, but still somewhat dignified.

So, I will not be spending the entire day this thursday following around one of their salespeople for eight fucking hours as they intrude on offices and businesses and try to hawk office supplies.  I have self-respect, but clearly not that much: I have an interview friday as a parttime telemarketer for Farmer's Insurance.  Please just kill me.