in which Hate, well, it gets a little out of hand. my bad.

being the Highly Talented and Educated kid that i am, and living in an era in which Highly Talented and Educated kids are cheaper than that quarter i found a few weeks ago on the sidewalk, i have worked, until recently, exclusively at Serial Service Jobs. much like serial killers, Serial Service Jobs don't just stop at one. you quit/intentionally get fired/unintentionally get fired from what you safely categorized as The Worst Job I Will Ever Have and another one pops right in front of your face, in the guise of that stupid Toadstool from super mario brothers 2 coming back to defecate on your Potential. it always was the worst character in that game. Princess for life.

anyway, you think, 'well, shit. it'll only be Temporary. it's easy, i can make money and job search for more meaningful postions Not In The Service Industry at the same time. and i'm tough, i learned from that last one. it will not transform me into a bitter, depressed, and intellectually stunted individual This Time.' but while you're busy Helping Customers and cursing the time clock for always being 10 minutes slow, it sneaks in and starts rusting from the inside out everything you hold dear. that paper you wrote comparing men's 19th century attitudes towards women to their attitudes towards the receding natural landscape? gone. that really fascinating book you read by...what the fuck was it...
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gone. no plotlines, no characters, no thesis, not even 'this book is dedicated to...' nothing. might as well have never been written, as far as you're concerned.

and no amount of on-the-job theft will restore any of it to your parched, parched brain. tried it. doesn't work.

that's why i nurture, why i feed fucking multivitamins to my seething rage for my Former Places Of Employment. and why, to keep myself from imploding at the thought of the months/years/weeks wasted at each respective Cauldron Of Neuron Murdering, i have a rule: once i have been unintentionally fired/been intentionally fired/quit, i must never never Step A Single Calloused Toe Into The Wretched Establishment Ever, Ever Again.

so sorry, i can't make it to dinner tonight. but you guys have fun.