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Today I got three rejections but I’m not very upset. I’m actually feeling pretty fine. My mom might say this is a sign of maturity or something. I think it’s more like a sign of gross slothfulness. I want more money but I don’t really want to work more. I want to get published but I don’t want to spend more hours revising something I am already satisfied with.

OH WELL. Also can I add that Nordstrom is SEXIST. Jerks. When the heck do you ever see women working in the shoe department? I’ve seen like a grand total of three, and they were just standing around saying hello or slumping at the register.  Come on. If you aren’t going to hire ladies, maybe you should specify it in your jobs listing. Oh wait, that’s illegal. Jerks. I was all about the discount.

And I guess one of those rejections wasn’t really a rejection, but I don’t see myself getting the job. Maybe it’s because I don’t want to make a career out of being a receptionist, and I wasn’t very convincing when I said I did. It’s the whole service job/sucking up to richer people sort of thing. I can fake it for a while but after a few months it gets hard. It would most likely end like it did when I worked at Subway and I stuffed my purse with a bunch of bags of chips and left. Then I called and said “I quit” and handed out my goods to people like a real live Robin Hood of Chips. Take that, franchise owners.

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