My back bike break (say that ten times fast) clamped into the wheel while coming home from work. Yet another repair! As I have nothing for the train, I had to remove the break pad and hope I don't die Friday.
Oh, I'll die all right. It'll be a spectacular death. Just you watch, pedestrians.
Apparently I wasn't sad enough. So life threw an extra blanket of depression over me. Nice and toasty! The writing job I was shooting for (which I also had an in on) fell through. I got an email that essentially said I wasn't a good enough writer. I denied one job, another denied me. Back to square one.
You know, I'm aware that I'm not a tip-top writer. But I don't think the samples I sent in for consideration were that bad. The company was getting a high number of applicants. So hopefully I wasn't ripped apart by some nerdly drone, bashing me over "poor sentence structure" and "barely getting a grip of the English language." I did write the word cunt a lot. That's what edgy writers do.
This is a frustrating week. And why is it so humid, Chicago? Let up!
Hey, don't feel bad, I had to spend almost $600 on a new serpentine belt tensioner for my car. I still haven't been able to catch up on my other bills because of that nonsense, so now I'm even further behind.
ReplyDeleteYou know what? I just don't care anymore.
Thank God for booze!!!