typical unattainable, uninteresting, underpaying jobs. same thing every sunday.

coming off of one of the top 10 most expensive 24 hour periods of my life, i again find myself searching the classifieds for salvation. newspaper, please save me from this spiraling, pit-of-piss job that i have. i need something new. something that pays. something that i can afford to eat with. something that doesn't suck.

but i don't wanna do inside sales. i don't wanna be a paralegal. i don't wanna be a trainee for your fortune 500 subsidiary. i don't wanna drive a tractor trailer, be a custodian, administrative assistant, RN, accountant, or a screw machine operator. dogcatcher. pinsetter. sheep shearer. button presser. broom pusher. keyboard clicker. roto-rooter-er. 3rd shift lever yanker. mouth breathin' burger flipper. to hell with all that. just what am i supposed to do, anyway?

i'm looking. there's just nothing to find.

the police academy can't come soon enough--if i get in. i had a dream the other night that i got a letter saying i didn't make it...and it ruined my morning.

i'm tired of being the ivy league grad who busts his ass for less and less money every week. i'm tired of driving a 15 year old pickup truck that needs repairs every other day. i'm tired of spending every dollar on necessities only to have nothing left for savings.

having bought 3/4 of all my christmas gifts, paid all my monthly bills, purchased upcoming wedding gifts, made the first grocery run in a month, got new pair of work boots, and bought & installed a new starter for my truck, i have managed to drop an ungodly amount of money in the last day or so. and most of it is on the credit card. yuck.

oh, look--there goes another high school grad with a better job and a new SUV. how ironic. hey--there goes that guy with the shitty attitude that works for me, who somehow manages to have more money than me. prick.

next time, i promise, something upbeat. if i can afford it.