Over the last few months, year even, I have grown bitter and resentful regarding my employment. Only lately have I turned the corner from bitter and resentful to apathetic and craptastic, so I have finally decided to investigate new career opportunities. First little stop was applying to work for the university I attend. However, the fuckwits in HR decided that since I chose 'no' as the answer to 'are you qualified' (as I didn't have 100% of the qualifications, but explained my reason for applying/choosing 'no' in my cover letter), they were going to waste my references' time by asking for letters of recommendation AND neglect to send me an email stating that my application was thrown into their cyber-trash. I emailed inquiring about the status of my application and that's how I found that out. Fabulous minds at work there... so I asked if perhaps they could consider my submission for review as on second thought... I am fucking qualified, asshats. I still haven't heard back from the second chat we had, and no- I did not call them asshats *in writing* so that wasn't the reason. Regardless, I decided that I was not too excited about the prospect of working for an institution who is proficient in time wasting and fucking up my financial aid every semester, so I have let that be pushed from my mind by better, brighter and sweeter things.
Cuppycakes.
That's fucking right.
Cuppycakes.
Given the recent discontentment of a good friend at her current place of employment due to fuckwits as well, we started exploring options after I half-jokingly said "Let's open a cupcake shoppe." Seriously exploring options. Like. Gigi's Cupcakes franchising options.
Yeah.
NOTHING is set in stone, we are pulling together things to send in for proper evaluation of, well- us. It is the very beginning of ANYTHING and there isn't an official aspect to shit right now. I'm only expressing the desire to pursue this. That is all.
Therefore, I'm putting it out there: I am going to fully investigate the possibility of making myself personally liable for half of a large amount of money in order to bake a bazillion tiny cakes in a week. Oh wait, no- that's not what it's about. I am going to fully look into the possibility of making myself personally liable for half of a large amount of money in order to be fucking happy with my employment situation. Because at this moment in time, I want to stab eyeballs. All of the eyeballs belonging to everyone.
So at 28, I think I'll undertake an endeavor which will surely make most say I am:
1. Retarded
2. Crazy
3. Stupid
However, I'm used to ALL THOSE THINGS because I've been working in the 10th circle of hell (yeah, it's new) and these feelings are dealt with on a weekly (being generous here) basis. I could very well change my mind next week, but I could also very well go stark raving mad and quit my job to take up knitting cat hats. I'm keeping my options open here, people.
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