sometimes I wonder why I bother with any of this

[threeplusfire]

It is most clearly a bad day when the only job listing that looks vaguely appealing must be shot down because they want you to relocate to Kuwait. Not that I truly want to be an artillery turret mechanic, but it sounds much more interesting than retail work.

The job search is depressing, I need to wash clothes, hell I need to unpack and find clothes to wear if I'm going to attempt to find a job.

My father can't speak to me, but he can send me forwards. Nice.

I feel wildly out of place everywhere.