fuck this job.com

Wow, how quick seven months and five thousand bucks in living expenses goes by... I'm glad I'm the penny-pinching hermit in my family or I would've been worse off than I am now. Anyway, I think my case of job herpes has subsided for a while. I have a well-known scientific contractor in my pocket for the time being with a decent offer from a real chemical company, their name rhymes with BASF. Had I known the difference between temp-to-hire and contracting; i.e. good pay with med and dental after 30 days, I would've been looking for contract work since I was 21 instead of begging like a little bitch the last 5 years the old-fashioned way. I also found that the contract basically buys me a year of stable work along with the possibility of being picked up by the client, what's not to love? The entrance exam for the client was rediculously easy, a seventh-grader could've passed it! Now to just play the waiting game for the next 5-7 days and see if the client wants me to see them and start collecting a paycheck that more closely reflects what I think I'm worth instead of the Wal-Mart value I've been forced to take. Keep it evil. Wish me luck...

Follow me into the desert
As thirsty as you are
Crack a smile and cut your mouth
And drown in alcohol
Cause down below the truth is lying
Beneath the riverbed
So quench yourself and drink the water
That flows below her head

Oh, no there she goes
Out in the sunshine the sun is mine

I shot my love today, would you cry for me
I lost my head again, would you lie for me
I left her in the sand just a burden in my hand
I lost my head again, would you cry for me

Close your eyes and bow your head
I need a little sympathy
Cause fear is strong and love's for everyone
Who isn't me
So kill your health and kill yourself
And kill everything you love
And if you live you can fall to pieces
And suffer with my ghost
Just a burden in my hand
Just an anchor on my heart
Just a tumor in my head
And I'm in the dark

So follow me into the desert
As desperate as you are
Where the moon is glued to a picture of heaven
And all the little pigs have God

(Soundgarden: Burden in My Hand)