That's me. That's who I am. Who I was. Who I have become.
Who leaves a perfectly adequate job to become unemployed for 18 months? The world's biggest idiot, that's who.
I thought my job was killing me (I was not wrong but still). I thought I would be better off without the stress of my depressing workplace (I am, probably). But being unemployed, day after day, has its own way of sucking the soul out of you, chewing it up and spitting it out.
A coming-of-age story, decades too late. A forty-two year old woman finally finds herself after years of struggling with an inferiority complex from trying to live a relatively simple life in the shadow of wealth and privilege.
Wednesday, August 5, 2015
At Least They Let Me Know
Smangela -
We have received your application for the position of Concierge - Part
Time, evenings and weekends. Although your qualifications are impressive, we
have decided to move forward with another candidate at this time.
Thank you for your interest in *our company* and we wish you the best in your career endeavors.
Thank you,
*our company*
Thank you for your interest in *our company* and we wish you the best in your career endeavors.
Thank you,
*our company*
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