Making the arduous trip to the career center, I actually had a good experience. The modern version of the unemployment office is usually a horrid depressing experience, more so because you're typically surrounded by people you'd normally consider losers. And here you sit with them. It is especially hard to accept because while the doofus on either side of you seems content to chat it up with the doofus on the other side of you, there you sit, thinking you're diligently working at finding employment.
Typically all I can stand is approximately an hour, and today was no different. All I did was grab a copy of the 'hotsheets' and an a calendar of the months workshops. What made this trip to hell's waiting room different was the job postings were much more numerous, and even a bit promising.
There is nothing so humbling than getting your professional B. Arch., but scouring the want ads for fork-lift operator jobs. On that note, I've never felt like walking in front of a bus more, than while I was waiting in line at Taco Bell and looking at the application dispenser. (I had worked there both during, and just after high school, quitting and going back to school a year later felt like one of life's milestones.) But there it was, life sucked.
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