Keeping on Track

Running is hard. You don't really think about it because it's just one foot slamming against the ground, quickly followed by the other foot. And repeat. Just constantly smashing your soles against the Earth's surface. Smash smash smash smash.

...But it's hard.

And I'm on the track team.

Why?

Why did I make this decision, you ask?

Oh wait. 

It's because I'm still missing half a credit in PE isn't it.

I guess it wouldn't be so bad if I wasn't so slow. Everyone is light years ahead of me by the time I lift my foot over the starting line. And holy shit, boys can be fast. Were you guys born half lightning? Are you time travelers? Escaped lab experiments? Tell me your secrets.

And the worst thing? Well. We have to compete. Against other schools.

Oh my God. No, for all that is holy on this forsaken planet, please, please, please, no.

I can't quit now. It's too late. I just gotta suck it up, I guess. Wish me luck.

Hire Me

It's been a little while since I've updated, and for that I'm sorry. To whom am I sorry? I don't know. Someone out there, please accept my apology.

I guess I should report on recent affairs.

I've been job hunting. And you know what? I now appreciate why they call it job hunting. It really is an extraneous process, the job is the elusive prey in economically hard times and you are the huntress, sweat trickling down your palms as you nervously inquire about if they're hiring, hovering by the phone, waiting for the call. It takes all of your restraint to keep you from throwing yourself at the management's feet and begging them to hire you.

Do you have any qualifications? No. But you're desperate. That should be qualification enough.

What do they want from me? Sales associate? I can be a sales associate. I will scrape the gum off your shoe with my student ID that's what you want. Is that what sales associates do?