More failure

Just got word that I didn't get the job. I busted out my finest interview attire, made up a full-color spiral-bound portfolio of my work, and felt like I did really well...I mean, I'm well-qualified, but they gave the job to someone with more "relevant experience".

How can I ever build up my "relevant experience" if nobody thinks I'm relevant enough to take a chance on?

As I hung up the phone, I heard some rustling in the kitchen. Youngest Child decided to empty out a box of Stove Top on the kitchen floor.


So there it is...so symbolic of my wasted fucking existence. Dumped, stomped upon, mashed into crumbs, with the bodies of Buzz Lightyear littering the scene. I haven't figured out the symbolic value of the action figures yet, but I'm sure I'll be more inspired to extract meaning from the scene once I've gotten good and drunk.