I drove all the way to Wal-Mart and the application kiosk was down -- the mouse wasn't working. Why didn't they tell me that on the phone? Harumppff! I looked enviously at the young, teen-aged looking man gathering the carts. I then drove all through fast food row and didn't stop for applications. Kept going. I just wanted to come home and be quiet. My mind is feeling really busy. To be honest, I am sort of embarrassed at having to work at McDonald's or Wendy's. I'm afraid I will eventually get hired. My father is going to shit a brick if he finds out I am looking for jobs as well -- always mindful of the cost of my prescription medications and the coverage I have.
I am feeling kind of disillusioned and helpless as far as this job seeking is concerned. I haven't worked in so long I don't even know if I could handle a job. I feel ready for work. I am tired of being broke all the time. I have goals and aspirations. Why do they make it so hard? It makes me wonder where all these illegal's are working that are pouring over the borders. The only jobs here are fast food, and even Burger King doesn't want me. Sob!