Be careful what you say to someone with nothin'

The very small dog and I have been working on our couch indents for the last few days. Since the temp incident, don't you know. I won't be pursuing that employment opportunity further.
I hear Kroger is hiring, "experience a plus" something I have. I have spent quite a bit of time at shit jobs that sap the very soul, I am more experienced in working jobs without redeeming quality than a peron of my significant student loan debt should be. I assume that's what they mean by that.
When I completely run out of odd ways to amuse myself I'll be heading to the grocery store to apply for the position of cart retreiver. I figure, if I'm going to do a hideous job I might as well aim for complete and total lowest rung possible. The sort of job the homeless guy collecting empty beercans looks down upon. By doing this, I am, I suspect you're thinking this already, putting on airs that I'm acting the roll of the working class much more than submitting to the role.
Mum says if I'm going to do something below me I could at least look for something that attracts a better quality of person. Yr Whole Foods or yr Trader Joe's kind of store. That way I might find the occasional discarded iPod and Blackberry in the carts as I retrieve them. After all, anyone that can afford the shop at Whole Foods is a wealthy piece of yuppie scum, a much preferable person to serve than my neighbor from two doors down. If you must be a servant at least aim to be a gentleman's gentleman and not a dogsbody.
All seems basically the same to me, a job that requires no mental capacity whatsoever is what I'll be looking for come the start of July I'm giving myself a pass for the rest of the month. I have nothing to do.--by the way when you read that last sentence it's: "I have nothing to do" As opposed to "I have nothing to do." I'm beginning to hate the pleasure of my own company--what must I sound like to someone outside of my limited world?
A little bit crazy I'm going to bet.
Crazy and a lot bitchy.
"Oh poor me! Poor misunderstood mistreated me! I will have to take a job that is below me and work MUCH harder than my education should require! I will be forced to much more effort than I'd been planning on doing! Oh woe!! Woe!!! I am wailing in sorrow, have you no words of comfort for a life gone so higgledy-piggledy!?!" At this point, I would probably throw myself across the nearest couch in a swoon.
Somehow I suspect if I had any human contact at all, and I can tell you I haven't had a non-business (i.e. "Will that be cash or charge?") since Tuesday and I see no reason to think that I will be speaking to anyone in a friendly, casual manner in the next week. It's really quite viciously lonely, the whole situation. But, I don't have a decent conversation topic so I'lle keeping to myself until such time as I do. Maybe I'll run into someone interesting at the grocery store or something that will inspire me to call everyone I know. Not that I could-since my cell phone has no screen and thus I can only call people with phone numbers I have memorized. This means I can call Mum and um, quite a few people that have passed away. As those are the only numbers I remember, the numbers of my earliest life.

Yesterday I treated myself to a Cadbury candy bar. I actually wanted one of those awful creme eggs, but they're seasonal so I went with a candy bar. A special treat to aid my mood. Today, all over the news "Cadbury recalls millions of candy bars due to risk of salmonella."
Of course they did. What a suprise.
At least the recall was in Europe, where I most certainly am not. But still-the vague sense of stick out jaw recieve slap remains.
I have a persecution complex.

Oh yes, and due to my lack of income I most likely will not be going to NYC to see Stephen or otherwise. A person with no job has no right or ability to be going on larks. That realization certainly improved my mood.