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Finially Found It

Published 24.9.05 by Porkchop | E-mail this post

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It being something I am not only not good at, but something I am miserably horrible with. That would be, my job. Everyone used to tell me "no matter what you try, you will excel." Well. I have found the exception to the rule.

Once I figured out what a miserable failure I am, I started leaking tears. As I thought of every single person I am proving RIGHT in my failure to be anything great at this job, I started crying even harder.

It was bad enough that I was fighting back tears, but it was even worse when I started crying in from of the manager I hate. MUST I show signs of weakness NOW!?

I want to go home. Now. And I want to cry for three days straight.



And then I want to go find a new job. Because this one, I have proven to be a failure at.

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This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.

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I worked in the car business where I was required to be ruthless and soul-less wench, which is when I started this project. Since then, I've kept it up because secretly, I've always wanted to join the military. Every male in my mother's family has joined and I quietly entertain thoughts of joining. I haven't yet and don't know if I ever will, but sending the troops cookies keeps me sane. it makes me think I still have a shred of human kindness left in my withering soul. it's a small way for me to salute the men and women who are brave enough to fight for freedom. And makes me feel like I'm contributing toward troop morale--even if I'm not. So if you want to help, send me addresses of troops you know stationed overseas. you may also contribute toward the cost of chocolate chips, but don't feel obligated, that link is here only by request.


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