Happy St. Patrick's Day. Woo Freakin' Hoo. I am just angry about the whole rejection thing now. Tired of talking about it.
So, I applied for the job that is my destiny: a $5-an-hour screw-off job answering telephones at a mortgage company. I mean, hell, let's face it: I was never meant to be a recording star or a published author or a famous designer or anything really other than a cashier or receptionist. I mean, nothing against those professions, but if I am half as talented as people seem to think that I am, then why hasn't something happened yet?!?!?!?
