The letter said, "Dear Loser,

You suck.
We don't want to hire you.
You're lucky we even looked at your substandard application.
Piss off.

And have a nice day!

Local Daycare Center "
(that I didn't really want to work in but...well... shit!)

Now if I were being totally honest (and once again, I know that those who read my blog on a regular basis on purpose have arrived in a search for truth.)

(And I'm not talking about you dipshits who showed up here today because you googled 'cletoris,' either. Learn to SPELL you illiterate pervert!)

ANYWAY....if I must be truthful, I didn't want to work there. It really would have been difficult for me to be a harmless but inadequate substitute mom to small ones. Not difficult as in work, but difficult as in standing in for a mommy, which would be really hard for me on an emotional level.

I understand why some people place babies in day care, and that sometimes circumstances require it, but if at all possible, I don't believe little people should be in day care at all.

So I didn't really want the daycare center job.

I didn't really want the dispatch job, either. I wanted the wages and benefits, but I didn't want to work over holidays and work weekends and work in the middle of the night.

Ah well.

I'm really not busting my butt to find a job, applying for one at a time doesn't really show a sense of urgency, does it?

Either I need to change my attitude or just forget it.

Hmph.