Today marks one year since I got laid off.
In the last week I’ve filled out three applications and sent out one resume. Not a single solitary word from any of the places I’ve applied.
Mr. Obama, we don’t need a fucking stimulus plan. We need jobs. It’s all nice and well to plan but planning isn’t action. Working is action. Planning is not.
Thanks W. You were one of the worst presidents, EVER. Certainly in my life and that’s saying a lot because your daddy and favorite uncle (Ron Regan) were pretty effing bad. But you take the cake.
I can’t tell you how low my self-esteem and self-confidence is because I can’t think in numbers that low.