I am blah. Filling my days with job applications. I do a few, some I work hard on, others I do not. Then I feel satisfied with myself and I procrastinate for awhile, sometimes an hour, sometimes two. Then I’ll be hit with a rush of dread, I see all the horrible things that are going to happen because I’ll never get a job and I realise that I’m applying for all the wrong kinds of jobs, jobs I don’t have a hope in hell’s fire of getting. In my panicking state I hurriedly apply for more weird jobs that I’ll never get. I need help.
I have a job interview at Topshop on Sunday, christmas temp. I went to university because I didn’t want to work in retail all my life. Now I have a good degree from one of the most prestigious media schools in the country, I’m going to be 27 soon and I am working temporarily at Topshop.
I only have myself to blame, I mean “really” I went to university to avoid reality. Now I’ve been bitch-slapped by reality and sir; I can assure you; reality slaps like a bitch.
So my cultshasha is a poor cultshasha, I will google poor culture and post the first image that pops up.
If you haven’t guessed I’m in my procrastination phase right now.