Me

Well, bleak is the word. Come July 1st, if I haven't gotten a full-time job by, oh, Mid May at the latest<Barring calamitous expenditures> I will be broke, have no money and be forced to leave a place I am happy to live at.

Happy eh? But not happy enough to return to a job that would have ensured my staying here for as long as I wanted to. See, it would have been eight months at Dairy Queen, then three months at Calendar Club. And with me having my CV ready for easy updates, and a working printer to print up said up to date "Volumes", I would have had a job waiting for me by January of 2007.

Ah, but I didn't do that. I said I don't want to go back. And with jobs being hard to come by for me<Very>, I don't have much time.

I'm screwed really. It's back...hmm, if they'll take me back.

So, maybe I'm a loser after all, just not wanting that happy success I keep dreaming of.

 

Charles Petrie