Even the losers

Sometimes it's hard for me to imagine that I'm who I think I am. It seems very likely that I'm just a reflection of my interests.
I went back a year and read the entries.
I don't know if I'm happy to say that I have changed only in that I'm older. Maybe wiser. I doubt that. If I'm more bitter it's because I'm so terribly unhealthy. But, in general, I've been this way for at least 12 months. Probably closer to 12 years-or 29-- one of those. And this time last year-I was going on a road trip that involved seeing B47. How very timely. For reals.
Gotta call today from Vandy Temp Agency.
"We're recruiting for a cashier position in the student union and a customer service position..."
"You do realize that I have a Master's Degree, right?" said my suddenly vocal Id.
Pause. More pause. "No. I didn't know that. But some people just want a job. Even those with Master's Degrees."
Well, I have a job-it barely pays the bills but here's the funny thing-it isn't a cashier position at the food court in the student union. It may not be much but I don't want to slit my wrists when I do it, either.
And I gotta call about a p/t position in a law firm-but the hours were exactly what I work now. So that's out obviously.
Then there's the transcription thing. I applied for this job on a whim and someone named 'David' (a too common name I think) responded with an example of the work. It's a newspaper clipping-I printed it up and my 'Holmesian Mind' deduced that it might be a scam. A creative individual using Craigslist as a way to recruit people to do a task he (this being the, I presume, non-entity David,) doesn't want to do. Rather brialliant I think.
"How long would it take you to do, the example work?" asked Dad.
"I dunno, an hour. Hour and a half maybe."
"So do it."
"And do someone else's work for them?" I asked.
"Or apply for a job," he said.
"I think it's a scam."
"So do I. But it's no skin off yr neck is it, to type the thing up? You can do it. So, if it's legit you might get a job and if it's not-it's no worse than any other job interview."
"Trust no one," I said.
"It's not trust, it's a game. If you play the game right-you get a job--if it's a scam you tell them to eat shit and die. You're just playing to see what the outcome might be." My dad is an interesting fellow-he has about as much faith in humanity as me- I think. If it weren't for Mum and his kids he's probably be as angry and unpleasant as am I.
Such.Is.Life.