Even in my dreams, I can't get laid.

Hello friends.

I remember saying that shit was going to change after I got back from vacation. I was even going to do an epic recap of the vacation itself. But I was too lazy, however, a change may be in the works.

Since I got back from vacation, I have been furiously looking for a new job. When the manager makes it a habit to drunk dial work (who the hell drunk dials work on a Monday? In fact, who the hell drunk dials work two hours after clocking out?), it is seriously time to get out.

I have applied for job after job, applying for more than actual responses, which is a bit disheartening, seeing that I feel that most of the jobs I have applied for I am more than qualified. But I lack seriously in experience, which spending years in school has not afforded me. No one wants to take a chance on someone green (actually, the job I have now took me and I was inexperienced), which makes it hard to get experience.

To get a job, you need experience. Having a job yields experience. But if you don't have experience, you don't get the job. It's paradoxes like this that make me not want to work at all.

But I have to.


Luckily, I have an interview. For an investment company. I am going to be an insurance rep, if I get the job. Although I think that I am jumping into another job that will probably be worse than the one I have now, I still need that escape.

I have to dress professional for the interview, which is rare for me. But I have warmed up to the idea of buying shit, shirts and ties, to wear. My wardrobe is becoming more stylish and dressy, and I don't know what to account as the reason for the slow change from hoodie and baseball caps and jeans to dress shirt, old guy driving caps, and jeans.


I even though I probably won't be too heartbroken about not getting this job, I want to still give a good show, and research shit about the company. You know, apply some of the stuff I supposedly learned in college about how to prepare for job interviews. I am bringing a note pad with questions, just to flip the script and become the interviewer for the moment. It might not go well with the person interviewing me, but I have a distant thought that it might make me look impressive.

I brim full of confidence. Optimism makes a strange bedfellow, but I like the company.