Applying for jobs is about as much fun as bobbing for apples in lemon juice after having been shaved by a blind barber with a rusty blade. Clearly the raucous effects of the hunt have not had healthy nor positive effects on my personal appearance. My days are filled with wearing my mother's old scrubs and perusing the Internet for tidbits of entertainment, most of which fail in keeping my mind interested for more than a few fleeting moments at a time. Boredom is the word of the day folks, brought to you by the letter 'B.'
In fact in these times of desperation, I have succumbed to the dreaded career aptitude test which tend to be as random as a family guy episode. The latest test asked me to click on my favorite colors amongst a graph of 20 colors until there were no colors left. Huzzah! I should be a financial analyst! How depressing, the perfect job is the fabled pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
Perhaps my experiences have left me slightly cynical of this whole proposition known as a career. I just want enough money to go rock climbing and learn mathematics.
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