Red Room Where the Writers Are

So today, I was turned down for a job offer. I won't go into the details, but I could feel that they were genuinely sorry for turning me down. The woman who interviewed me, however, gave me the reason and some advice. As silly as it sounded to me, I actually did take it into account. Unfortunatley, towards the end I acted with the grace of an animal that was two seconds away from being killed.

By the way, the next person who says "When God closes a door..." to me or something to that extent will have their aorta ripped out and served to them on a platter.

Anyways, I have to admit, while they were cool; Rejection sucks. This has been the fourth rejection for a job I have faced these past few months.  I am begining to question my time at Samsonite and San Jose State and wonder if any of that means anything still. I'd like to get a corporate job, but I don't know if I can even afford to move yet as the jobs even worth  are back east (Cool place to live), The Deep South (Cultural wasteland), SoCal (Cultural wasteland, but marginally better than the deep south) or the Midwest (Don't get me started). I hate this feeling of being worthless. In the capitalist system of America,  even a guy who slangs coffee at Starbucks is considered to be worth more than I.

However, for what its worth, I believe I am worth something in God's eyes. I don't know how or even why, but its true.

Anyways, about the rain; when it rains, it pours. I might be out of a job, so are a lot of people. Some people have lost their homes to foreclosure as a friend of mine has just experience, others have lost relatives. I should consider myself lucky

Should consider myself lucky

In any case, I will brood about it and possibly drown it out with a flood of alcohol and anti depression medication (whatever is in one of my relatives medicine cabinents) and roll through like like I've done before. I might even consider volunteer work for now, it doesn't pay anything but there are people who are way worse off than I am, at least I can do something

and finally, I can work on my fledging and laughable publishing career. Lets see where I can go from there.

Tommorow is a new day after all.