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Inferiority Complex at Four O'Clock
December 10, 2003, 10:56 p.m. I know a thousand unemployed people. Whenever their job search is mentioned, they ask me to tell them if there’re any jobs going at my work. I always say I’ll tell them as soon as there are – yeah, you and the nine-hundred and ninety-nine other people who’ve asked me to do the same. I know these people need money, need a job, but it’s not like I actually have any power to get them one. I may have been in my department the longest, but I’m the youngest. I have no pull, no sway! I can’t even operate the cash-registers! I think it’s mostly my parents that expect that from me. They want nothing more than for the Brat and I to work side by side, to go to work at the same time, come home at the same time, share work in-jokes, all to a twee Sixties movie score. Gnah! I can say, “my sister needs a job,” but all they will say is “get her to bring in an application.” And I can tell her to do that, but she actually needs to do so before we hire our Christmas/Back-to-School staff. Once that is done, there’s nothing I can do. I don’t review the apps! I don’t interview the prospectives! I don’t make the decisions! Grrr. Anyway. Today I tried to organise a lunch with some friends, both were busy. I’m on holidays! I want to see my friends, go out, shop, see movies. Unfortunately, I can never seem to organise things in time, and people don’t seem to be organising things with me included. (You all hate me, don’t you?) In other news, my sister broke my glasses. She beat me up. Yup. I have to get new ones, which is okay cause I was planning to get new ones - the prescription I have at the moment is too weak (I’m going blind!). Fortunately, I’m not walking around like some lame Harry Potter wannabe; I still have my last pair of glasses, which are the same prescription as my broken ones (so I’m used to it). This is a rather boring entry. I’ll end it now.
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