Sigh.

I have been trying to get a “real” job since… Fuck, I don’t even remember when..

Yesterday I spent less than 4 hours wandering around downtown filling out applications forms at Starbucks and other assorted retail outlets.

Today I have an interview at 4pm.

WTF?

Don’t get me wrong, I am grateful that I can get something so that we don’t have to do anything drastic like sell the house, and I am not trying to speak poorly about the fine art of being a barista.

It’s just retail and me… Meh.

I wish that finding a job in volunteer management had been somewhere near this easy.

An afterthought: Watch me blow this interview with my all-too-apparent lack of interest. If I can manage to snag this job I should go back to the stage because I will deserve a fucking Oscar.

*Snicker*

I think I need to take my frustrations out on a poor helpless little tread mill.