Rant: I've Gotta Get Outta Here
Oct. 25th, 2010 11:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elles_lettersI'm so fucking frustrated that I have no one around to talk to.
I'm mad I have no other place to post this than on Live Journal, because I had to go and attach my real name every place else (Twitter, Word Press/personal website, Facebook).
I'm discouraged that I've completed nearly two dozen job applications and gotten barely a word back.
I'm depressed because all of my family and friends are at least eight hours away.
I'm disgusted by this city, the lack of anything in it and the rude people who live here. I want to get out of this place so badly, but nothing I do works. I didn't get enough grant money to be able to afford to go back and get my masters. I can't get anybody to contact me back after applying to jobs. And I can't figure out if it's worse to be unemployed and live in a city I can actually stand than it is to stay employed in a city that makes me feel so awful. I'm sick of this job. I'm sick of living in a city that always stinks. I'm sick of the lax attitude my co-workers seem to have about the job.
I'm so tired of scouring job boards and websites for a damn job opportunity.
I'm sad that I probably won't be able to do NaNoWrMon because I'm so busy writing stupid cover letters and letters of inquiry. I haven't written anything in over two months because I have no motivation because I'm so angry by my situation.
And I have absolutely no idea what to do about any of it. I can't move back in with my mother, no matter what she says. And I have to stay employed; I have too many bills. I feel like I'm just spinning my wheels and going absolutely no where. I cannot tolerate the idea of another year here, but it seems inevitable.
I'm mad I have no other place to post this than on Live Journal, because I had to go and attach my real name every place else (Twitter, Word Press/personal website, Facebook).
I'm discouraged that I've completed nearly two dozen job applications and gotten barely a word back.
I'm depressed because all of my family and friends are at least eight hours away.
I'm disgusted by this city, the lack of anything in it and the rude people who live here. I want to get out of this place so badly, but nothing I do works. I didn't get enough grant money to be able to afford to go back and get my masters. I can't get anybody to contact me back after applying to jobs. And I can't figure out if it's worse to be unemployed and live in a city I can actually stand than it is to stay employed in a city that makes me feel so awful. I'm sick of this job. I'm sick of living in a city that always stinks. I'm sick of the lax attitude my co-workers seem to have about the job.
I'm so tired of scouring job boards and websites for a damn job opportunity.
I'm sad that I probably won't be able to do NaNoWrMon because I'm so busy writing stupid cover letters and letters of inquiry. I haven't written anything in over two months because I have no motivation because I'm so angry by my situation.
And I have absolutely no idea what to do about any of it. I can't move back in with my mother, no matter what she says. And I have to stay employed; I have too many bills. I feel like I'm just spinning my wheels and going absolutely no where. I cannot tolerate the idea of another year here, but it seems inevitable.
