So, I have a part time job that my friend hooked me up with, and it's possible that it will go full time later in the month, but until then I've really been pounding the pavement, looking everywhere for work.  Most places, it seems, have you apply online these days, so this morning I sat down in front of the computer to apply.  This has got to be the most frustrating process ever!  I've been on the computer for an hour and a half and I've only actually gotten two applications finished in that time.  I don't know if I'm doing something wrong, or what, but I had to take a break.  I kind of just want God to throw a job in my face and then it will all be done and I won't have to worry about it anymore.  I also wouldn't have to work nearly as hard.  I mean, seriously, I'm not at work, so why am I having to work harder than if I was?  It doesn't make sense.  One of the paradoxical truths of adulthood.  Wednesday I'm going back out to pound the pavement some more.  Maybe I'll get a call before then that will offer me a job, even something part time, to go with the severely part time job that I already have, and that will help me supplement.  I'm so . . . this whole situation is just bogus.

If there is anyone who reads this blog besides my wife, and you also shop at Vintage Stock, don't.  They won't take care of you.  I thought that they would take care of me, but they didn't.  They won't take care of their customers, either.