I’ve spent three weeks now trying to get a job. I thought the movie theater had hired me, since they’d gone into dress code and everything, but then I call them today and the manager says since I’d be gone for a month, it wouldn’t make sense to train me when I’d only be around for about 8 weeks.
GodDAMN IT! Now I’m right back where I started, because these guys didn’t have the balls to cut me loose earlier, only now I’ve got three less weeks and I’m even LESS hire-able. That’s three weeks I spent sitting around my parents’ house doing jack shit, because I thought the bastards were going to hire me.
Thanks, fuckers.