The prompt for this blog is that I  went to a job interview that sucked. I mean, sucked like a hoover.  Seriously, they told me that the pay is based on "selling sessions" and  those are $15 an hour. The session is an hour. Haha, funny guys. 
 So,  Disappointment is kind of like that guy at work/school/your favorite  bar that's halfway good-looking and he keeps stalking you and telling  everyone that you're going out. And he keeps it up until you finally  give in and just say Yes to shut him up. 
So...to begin:
1.  Every horribly embarrassing relationship ending cliche has happened to  you...not someone you know...You. (EX: Your fiance is gay and dating his  room-mate, The hot ass asian you've been dating turns to you post  coitus and says something that involves the words "marriage" "greencard"  and "I give you $10,000...I love you." / Calls you like a cocker  spaniel and then spills his beer on you)
2. You have only a PS2 to keep you company.
3.You live in a shed
4.Your wisdom teeth have staged a revolt
5. You always pick the wrong week to quit smoking
6. You don't have a gay JRock band to play spin the bottle for skittles
7.You have a gay nephew that you are expressly forbidden from teasing with a be-dazzler
8. Everywhere you go you see hot people with ugly lovers...seriously wtf?
9. All jobs are apparently commission based and you have to pay the company a minimum of $500 to work there. No.
10.  You found a wrinkle..and not one that's permanently ingrained into your  face from making a facial expression that indicates you think less of  the person talking to you's intelligence....less than a clam. No, one  that signifies you are getting old.
But don't let this get you  down, there are many things that will help you dump Disappointment or at  least stop him in his tracks! They include puppies that always wag  their tails when you get home and friends that will always answer your  call and commiserate about how, they too, are being stalked by  Disappointment. We'll just call him Greg for now.
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