Rejection

We made a resume.  Marky showed me.  He told me to emphasis good parts.  He puts my work in there.  It's only a little.  He said it will be trouble.  I still count cans.  He tells me put it in.  I get paid cash.  He tells me so what.  Do you think they call to ask?  He also shows me.  I can find a job on the computer.  I don't know it.  I look.  There are many it seems.  He sais no.  He sais it just looks this way.  Right now is a bad time.   With this computer resume I can email it.  It's 100 times if i want.  I don't have to do the form like before.  This is better.  I can sit at home lol.  Life is good.  I send out many.  I get few answers.  But I get this interview.  I get dressed up.  I go there.  I wait.  The man calls me.  He tells me sorry it's filled.  I don't know it.  Rejection.  I cry so hard.  I feel like a failure.  I don't know.  What did I do.  I tell Marky.  I'm crying.  He tells me this is normal.  He sais I am not rejected.  At least they see me.  He said most times no one cares. 

It's hard to find a job.  And if I do, what will I do?  The life of a whore is rich.  The life of working is not rich.  But I feel better.