My parents have no friends and are retired. I doubt they know anyone outside of our family where they live.
I got rejected from so many shitty jobs back in my freshman year of college. So many. Eventually I got a job at a factory making minimum wage.
I got rejected from so many jobs back when I was looking for my first internship. I started looking in the beginning of the fall and I must have interviewed with 15-20 companies throughout the school year. Got rejected by all but one.
Since you're continually being super-negative and not even really trying. Do your parents know anybody who can do you a favor and hire you for the summer?
20. I could not ever have a job through college if I wanted.
I just like my current apartment situation (Cheap and where I want it) and so I am looking for a job.
20. I could not ever have a job through college if I wanted.
I just like my current apartment situation (Cheap and where I want it) and so I am looking for a job.
Not even highschool??? People do college full time AND work fulltime.
You're 20. Try being 29 and being in basically in the same position you are in right now. That's me. I do complain on here a little but no where near the amount you do.
Yeah, but I think we're also different people with different goals. I tend to set mine above possible. (i.e. dating gorgeous people with great personalities, but getting that to happen with my looks)
Seeing as this is looking to be another sleepless night and I feel like writing (lucky you!), I'm going to go ahead and see if I can give you a kick is the ass.
*Note: Im tired as all hell, I havent slept well in days so forgive bad grammar and flow because I didn't proof read this much.*
So, I didn't read all of your posts; but it sounds like you think you aren't smart, lucky or healthy enough to get started on your life. I have to ask, when are you going to be? When you're 25? 30? Maybe 40? When you have someone to help you? When you get handed a job? When a magical fairy comes and heals you?
Buddy, I'm sorry to say that NONE of that will happen and that NO ONE is going to feel sorry for you when you fail; because you failed to try.
Let me tell you something about MY life.
My dad was put into a coma when I was eight after a car accident and has been unable to work since. My mother had to support him and eight kids (I being the youngest); I can still remember my mother crying on more than one Christmas morning because she didn't have enough money to buy us good gifts; some years she couldn't even buy any. I never went without a roof, food or clothing though, and she always made sure I had what I needed to succeed in life because she NEVER sat around and said "I can't do it".
Funny thing is, even after growing up with that kind of example, I was a lazy FUCK.
Long story short, I was taken out of public school at second grade for a good reason but my mother decided to home school me in place of a private school (pretty sure she just couldn't come up with the money). She tried her best, but I was a brat and looked at the situation like it was an endless summer vacation, and I did jack.
Fast forward to six years ago, I was STILL doing jack. I had no ambitions, no goals, only got my GED because my mom made me (test was stupid easy), VERY FEW friends and was miserable. I just sat around playing video games, watching cartoons, amusing myself to porn and so on. And then something clicked, you know what it was?
I realized I have a finite time on this rock, some day I will die and I was wasting my time doing nothing.
I started taking classes at the community college and tried figuring out what the hell I wanted to do with my life. First was video editing, after taking some classes I had the opportunity to submit some of my work to some scouts from a local production company; I landed the job and worked there for four months until I realized I hated the job and wasnt that great at it anyway. So I went back and tried to take some actual classes, I got into an English class and a math class. I was unlucky with the English class, that lady was a bipolar, insane BI-
She wasnt fun.
In the math class though, I realized something horrid, I never learned my multiplication chart! I could beat your ass on Rainbow Road (Mario Kart) but I couldnt tell you what 8X7 was! I freaked because I couldnt keep up in class, so I dropped out and was too embarrassed to go back. To this day I wish I had knuckled down then a there to get myself caught up with the rest of the world and continue on with my education, and thus, my life.
But hey! I got by on good looks and blue shells this far, right? Just keep on keeping on!
This is already getting too long, so Ill cut the past four years.
My brother in law told my about an IT position opening up at his company, I was working at best buy as a geek squad grunt (lost 28 pounds there, because thats what a soul weighs!*) and at first thought that I wasnt ready for a gig like that; but then I realized, the worst they could say is no. So I applied and landed the job after the 2nd interview, I never felt better in my life! I had a REAL job, real benefits, real pay and real opportunities! After two years working there I had had gone from IT grunt to Ok, well I was still just an IT grunt... But, I had earned a bit of respect and decent pay for guy with just a GED so life was good.
Then Mom got sick
Mom always had stomach problems , but I never knew how bad it was until she was randomly pulling over while driving to puke, eating tumbs like candy, trying to keep food down and was losing weight; a lot of weight. Then one day my dad came walking in to my room (just moved back in, crazy roommate), and said this to me I think Mom needs to go to the hospital I got up and walked into the living room; mom was laying there on the couch, pale as a sheet. At first she refused to go because she didnt have any health insurance and didnt know how to pay for the bills, but I made her get in the car. To sum up, she was in and out of hospitals until a doctor stepped up and took a solid look at her and found 1/3 of her stomach was covered in ulcers that were blocking food from entering the lower GI tract and could be cancerous; years of stress had taken its toll on Mom. Hearing the word cancer is scary as shit, I have never been more scared in my life. Thankfully, there was no cancer; however, they ended up removing all 1/3 of her stomach that was covered in ulcers. Her operation was on 09/29, same day as my birthday. I remember the morning of her operation as I was getting ready for work and my sister drove down after midnight to our house, spent the night to give me something from Mom. My mom, while sick in the hospital, had a nurse take her down to the gift shop and picked out a beanie baby because it reminded her of my dog, Rocko.
I got to work, put the toy on my desk, and just stared at the clock and the toy while I thought about things like, What will I do if Mom dies? Whats going to happen to the house? Whos going to take care of Dad? You realize real quick that all the dumb stuff that was so important, that you thought deserved all of your time, means jack shit when life looks at you and says, You. You right there. What are you going to do now, hot shot?
Mom pulled through fine, and I visited her every day after work though she was stoned on morphine so it was mostly me sitting in the giant bay window looking out at the city while I waited for her to wake up again and continue our conversation. As I sat in that window and looked over the city, I thought about a lot of things but I also thought about how I gave up so easy on school because was scared that I couldnt do simple math; then I though how if I had let Mom sit there on the couch because she was scared of not being able to pay for medical bills that I would visiting Mom at her grave and not in her hospital room.
When you just sit there and say, I cant do it, its too hard... You are as good as dead; because you are wasting the life that was given to you. How much of an insult is it to your parents and yourself to just sit there and do nothing with the time you have?
After Mom was back home and on her feet, I got into College, REAL college and I worked my ass off in class. At first, I was struggling again, I had to take math 090 to play catch up and I was getting stuck on the most basic of problems. The fact I couldnt figure out basic math was killing me, I was laying there in bed pissed off at the idea of me dropping math again; then, something happened I got PISSED. I dont mean, FUCK THIS! FUCK EVERYTHING! I GIVE UP! Why the FUCK should I bother when life just beats me down all the time!?
No, at 12AM on a work night, I got up, opened my math book and I worked my ass off for two hours straight until I was getting it right. After I finished the last problem in the chapter, I turn off the light and passed out; I proved I could do it. I ended up realizing the instructors teaching style was confusing me and that if I just did the work on my own (and with some help from friends) that I could get it just fine, I was able to get pre algebra in a week. I got an 85 in that class, would have gotten a 100 but was docked class participation because I either only stayed long enough to get marked in class for the night or would just work on my English papers in class.
That can do attitude didnt stop in school, at work I saw an opportunity to move up with a team in our company that was looking for people to join up and go out to Iraq/Afghan to support our field servers. It was one of the hardest decisions I ever made, but I ended up joining and was not sent over there but got tasked with solo acts all over the US and in Europe. I was dropped off with little to no instruction, hardly ANY training, in places I didnt even know existed and had to get a server up and running so our Joes could know how to use our software and keep someones kid from getting blown up by some guy in the desert with a pipe bomb. I had NO IDEA what the hell I was doing, but you know what? Not ONCE did I leave a job unfinished, even if I had to learn some hard core SQL on the fly. Was it perfect? Hell no! But I gave them something they could train on EVERY TIME, even when I had 48 hours to do it and a LTC was standing over my shoulder. I did that for a year, I was even asked to stay in Germany so I could support trainings out there because the LTC loved that I always found a way to get things done; but for personal reasons, I gave it up so I could in the US and finish my degree.
Have I been lazy? Hell yes Ive been lazy, but Ive realized that you will get nothing in life by being lazy; its something that I often have to remind myself when I start to coast at work.
And after all the crap Ive been through in my life (you got the short story, Ive been through more than most care to know; but I know others have it far worse), after a sucky childhood, nearly losing both my parents and recently going back home to watch a friend get buried at age 26 because of cancer, I never gave up; I just got motivated.
So, what the hell is YOUR excuse?
*Quote stolen from Christopher Titus
God. Just give up. You have made every excuse possible for not being able to get a job. Seriously, just move back with your parents and call it a life.
You're lazy, stupid and ugly. Who the hell is going to want to hire you, even if they were desperate for help?
My parents have no friends and are retired. I doubt they know anyone outside of our family where they live.
Congrats, you are going to end up like your parents, but with less money.
You mean that I've been able to give reasons for not being able to get a job/internship that I would prefer. It is a very different statement. It's unfortunate that others do not understand you as well as I do and that I have to clarify everything you say. You're just, misunderstood.
I like how you throw in the ugly. It does matter.
You need to realize you're not going to get the job you prefer...you're not going to get the super model.
You're going to get a shitty terrible job and if you're god damn lucky, an average girl.
And really with what you've done w/ your life so far you should feel lucky for either.
My parents have no friends and are retired. I doubt they know anyone outside of our family where they live.
Seeing as this is looking to be another sleepless night and I feel like writing (lucky you!), I'm going to go ahead and see if I can give you a kick is the ass.
I realized I have a finite time on this rock, some day I will die and I was wasting my time doing nothing.
And after all the crap Ive been through in my life (you got the short story, Ive been through more than most care to know; but I know others have it far worse), after a sucky childhood, nearly losing both my parents and recently going back home to watch a friend get buried at age 26 because of cancer, I never gave up; I just got motivated.
So, what the hell is YOUR excuse?
*Quote stolen from Christopher Titus
Now, what was the whole point of responding to your post... I am trying to remember. Anyway, I think it was something about how I don't care about your circumstances and what you did. You're different. You have a different family, different everything. Holy crap I can feel the sleep-aids that I took taking its effect. Wow. Pretty soon I'll start tingling when I try to move and feel like I am suffocating. heh... it's happening..
I gotta hit bed.
So I read the wall of text. (I like how you "cut out" the some 4 years and "skip" to the part that matters because "this is getting too long already")
Anyway, sucks about your family. We could trade stories and try to one up each other about who has the shittier family and all that, but that's another thread.
I find it interesting you got a job with "real pay" and all that without effort, and you're bitchin' at me about effort or complaining or excuses.
Now, what was the whole point of responding to your post... I am trying to remember. Anyway, I think it was something about how I don't care about your circumstances and what you did. You're different. You have a different family, different everything.
Holy crap I can feel the sleep-aids that I took taking its effect. Wow. Pretty soon I'll start tingling when I try to move and feel like I am suffocating. heh... it's happening..
I gotta hit bed.
You are being selfish on a level you cannot even begin to comprehend, and I truly feel nothing for you if you spit at a helping hand while you drown in your own sorrow.
You are being selfish on a level you cannot even begin to comprehend, and I truly feel nothing for you if you spit at a helping hand while you drown in your own sorrow.
huh?Yeah... coming from you.. right...Stop being worthless at everything, find some one thing you actually give a shit about, love it, learn it, become fucking amazing at it.