Don't you love it when you write "12:30" on your calendar, and think it says "2:30"? Don't you love it even more when you show up 2 hours late to a job interview as a result of dyslexia? I for one can state that I love it. I'm so sick of being unemployed. I just want to pay the rent. I don't want to move back into parent's home, no. I just want a job that lets me pay the rent and print photos. That's all. And some hummus and chips. And maybe some cinnamon olives. And some marinated garlic. Oh, and an apple.
Oh it's not hard! You just need to make a good impression on the person interviewing you. That...and not quit your job every 6 months, because it "depresses" you. Looks bad on an application. But seriously. Cinnamon olives sound so good right now. And an apple. All I've got in the fridge is cheap wheat bread, carrots, a teaspoons-worth of peanut butter, two 1 1/2 month old tomatoes, and...oh, and I'm making tea with honey.
Jobs depress. That's all there is to it. I for one, want to BE for once in my life, without having to work for it. I know that makes little sense, but to me it makes all the sense in the world. : p
