What dosn't kill you....

Man, there has been a lot of job/ employment drama this week.
Enough to make me drink three shots of Rum in Succession, eat a dark chocolate bar, and then pass out on the futon for a couple hour contemplating different careers.

Maybe a professional hula-hooper
Maybe a annoyer of literary agents.
Or even a official butt wiper of babies

I've come to the special conclusion that God hates me, or at least doesn't want me to be employed as an educator. Which is sad, since I've wanted to be a teacher since high school.

I'm sure it will all blow over and that I'll be fine.

But man, life really sucks right now.