Job Hunting

That's right. I'm trying to find a first summer job. No such luck for me, who, because of my overtly-bloated ego, refused to get a McJob. I want corporate, dammit.

I've sort of hit a snag, however. The jobs I want are either for 18 and over (it's not like they're dancing around a stripper pole for the love of Pete, they're just phone calls) or for CANTONESE. This day is one of the few days where I've wished to be able to speak Cantonese. I'm still pissed, but I suppose that it's because there are a lot of Mandarin speakers looking for a good job and they've got them all.

Dammit. If I don't get a job, my parents will think I'm inept (which is more or less true), and if I get a McJob, I'm probably gonna be miserable, just like Fanfan. Dammit. Once again, I totally wish I never grew up. I can be as stupid and immature as I like. But now, I have responsabilities. Don't we all wish they could disappear?

I really should have taken up on that offer at the local library. Damn.

God, it feels good to vent.