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May. 24th, 2004 11:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
changelingI'm in a bad mood. My goddam train was a quarter of a frickin' hour late, and the job I applied for (over the phone), wasn't even interested in reading my goddam resume. Apparently having two years of call centre experience doesn't qualify me to work in a call centre. The woman's like, "Sorry, we want telemarketing experience" and hangs up on me.
Well, maybe, JUST MAYBE, you should PUT THAT IN YOUR FUCKING AD. I wouldn't have even applied if I'd known it was going to be goddam telemarketing anyway. Bitch.
Got home to find out that my backup job wasn't viable either. I got my sister (who works at Mrs Field's) to ask her manager about jobs going there, because they're just about to open a new store. He doesn't want me, though. NOOOOOO. He wants 15 year olds.
GODDAMMIT! Is there a fucking job in Melbourne prepared to hire me? I'm sick of starving through the day because I can't afford to buy food, so I have to wait and eat when I get home. I'm sick of not being able to afford to put petrol in my goddam car. I'm sick of going to the pub with friends and either drinking tap water or having to survive off their charity, because I can't afford to buy a goddam soft drink.
I'd better go to bed soon. I can't afford to put petrol in my car, so I'm going to have to catch a bus. The only bus I can catch takes half a fricking hour to get to a station. I'm not sure how I'm supposed to get home again, considering class won't finish until nine, and the buses stop at seven. I'll just have to hope that my parents are prepared to come and pick me up at the station at ten.
Well, maybe, JUST MAYBE, you should PUT THAT IN YOUR FUCKING AD. I wouldn't have even applied if I'd known it was going to be goddam telemarketing anyway. Bitch.
Got home to find out that my backup job wasn't viable either. I got my sister (who works at Mrs Field's) to ask her manager about jobs going there, because they're just about to open a new store. He doesn't want me, though. NOOOOOO. He wants 15 year olds.
GODDAMMIT! Is there a fucking job in Melbourne prepared to hire me? I'm sick of starving through the day because I can't afford to buy food, so I have to wait and eat when I get home. I'm sick of not being able to afford to put petrol in my goddam car. I'm sick of going to the pub with friends and either drinking tap water or having to survive off their charity, because I can't afford to buy a goddam soft drink.
I'd better go to bed soon. I can't afford to put petrol in my car, so I'm going to have to catch a bus. The only bus I can catch takes half a fricking hour to get to a station. I'm not sure how I'm supposed to get home again, considering class won't finish until nine, and the buses stop at seven. I'll just have to hope that my parents are prepared to come and pick me up at the station at ten.