It's late and somewhere Jacob Dylan is singing about 6th avenues and lines drawn. From the booth where I feel like I now live, I am looking over what passes for student essays. I need to recalibrate.
Pretending like I am somewhere other than a one-horse town seems like a pointless waste of energy. Can I get the rest of this stack done tomorrow?
I applied for a summer job at Kroger. It has come to that.
Friday 3 people offered (without being asked) to write letters of recommendation for me.
I am holding out for the job at the fuel center.
Couldn't stop crying yesterday. Watched myself in the mirror, telling myself how stupid I looked. When will this well be tapped dry?
It isn't hard to smile, but it is difficult to mean it. Will I ever know why I am this way?
I wasn't invited to another work party. I wouldn't have invited me either.
greetings, human!
9 years ago
1 comment:
Did you try getting a job with ETS.org? They have lots of work from home career opportunities, and some pay $15/hr, and there is always that reading center job. I hate to sound like a commercial, but it might be more enjoyable, at least, than Kroger. Good luck.
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