What The Snow, or One Of The Many Reasons I Hate Money

Sorry everyone, I’ve been boycotting the internet lately.  Actually, I’ve been boycotting everything but eating, reading, and sleeping lately. 

I think I’m willing to admit now that I’m probably depressed.  I don’t have any energy or will to do anything right now. 

Today it was sapped even further.

My friend called me the other day and told me the little bank uptown had a hiring sign in the window.  It took me all yesterday to convince myself I wanted to go up there.  Today I did.

Big effin mistake.

I dressed nicely and printed out my resume, and wrote a cover letter from scratch. (I hate cover letters with a passion)

I trudged to my car through the fuckin snow that fell yesterday

I circled the bank once before I came back around and pulled in the parking space, just to make sure they weren’t busy and that the sign was really there in the window.

I stood in line behind the one person doing banking.  I tried to look friendly and at ease. 

I smiled and greeted the disgruntled looking lady when it was my turn.  I informed her that I just wanted to turn in the paper in my hands.  She looks down at the resume and cover letter I’ve set before her, then looks back up at me.

“What’s this?” She askes me.  Dumbfounded, I explain I wanted to turn in my resume.

“You need to go to the website to apply.” she informs me, fairly irritated.

I practically stutter, “I did go to the website, there wasn’t a listing for this location”

“That’s because this location isn’t hiring”  (She spat it at me.)

The other workers in the bank snicker as she informs me that other branches are hiring.  I wish another customer could have been in there to see it.  They either wouldn’t have been so rude, or another customer probably would have said something.  That’s how rude they really were about it.

I smiled, picked up my resume and thanked her.  I trudged through the sludge back to my car and flipped the remaining snow off my trunk.  I didn’t want the one lonely town cop to be tempted to pull me over for obstructed vision.  (I feel that’s just my luck in situations like this.)

I’m one of those people that can be sweet as a peach after someone slaps me, but after I walk away, I want to break things.  Okay, not just break things, break everything.  Everything in sight, everything that the person who angered me holds dear. 

This is what worries me.  I usually can restrain from physical harm, but what about that one time that the well overflows?  I can’t stay calm on the outside forever. 

Anyway, this is one of the many things that saps my will to accomplish anything.

That, and the hellish website that the state of Michigan passes as their help for unemployment.  They need to hire more technicians, and then the website would work simply because that many less people would be trying to access their unemployment benefits. 

It’s a conspiracy.  LOL