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I was hoping to get my foot in the door somewhere and reenter the work force. All in all I anticipated a good day with good results. I hate when im wrong. I brought my digital camera along and decided to put it to use and snap pictures of Navy Pier. I now can say I have quite a few of those along with some pic of downtown Chicago as I saw fit. Can you believe this shyt? Soon as I walk up the stairs there’s a line going down the hall. I came, I saw and knew this was going to be a tough day. Throughout the line I could feel everyone was in the same predicament as myself. What felt like an hour in line moved rather fast.
We ended up in a 2nd Line before we go inside. WTF?? THIS IS A FUGGIN JOB FAIR NOT GREAT AMERICA! Why we are in line for another half hour really ticks me off. Some people decided to get out the line and sneak into the fair. Its was comedy how one cat left the line 3 times to get a drink of water and on the 3rd visit to the fountain, he never came back! I was tempted myself to do the same thing but A big brother like myself would be easy to spot by the security.
We finally got in and by that time, my feet and lower back ached for standing so long. I found the strength to go to as many booths as I could and submit my resume. I got just about the same Bs in every rep I talked to: “Were not looking for anyone in the IT field, But visit our website…” Like a record like clockwork. I felt as if I was throwing a pebble against a steel wall. After while I endured all I could and headed home; If I knew the fair would be like this I would’ve drove. Seeing as many people that was there shows how critical & serious things are getting. And man…too many pretty ladies were there also, which made me wish this wasn’t a business affair.
I feel like blowing my fuggin top.
I feel like Gohan in Dragonball Z after Cell smashed Android 18’s head with his foot.
I still don’t have a job at the moment. I entered Value city and talked to the manager and she gave me the info that I should’ve gotten a call on when the Orientation takes place.
I’m back to restarting the countdown, and im back to submitting apps again.
I can’t believe working at a fast food sounds real good now.
I can’t believe Im still in the same place I am now with no progression.
I just can’t win.
Jay's like King Midas, as I was told/ everything that he touched turned to gold./ He's the greatest of the great, get it straight he's great./ Claim fame cause his name is known in every state./ His name is Jay to see him play will make you say:/ "God damn, that DJ made my day!"
January 21, 1965 - October 30, 2002
Rest in Peace Jam Master
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