XXXIV. Oh, F___ Me!

Reflecting on my professional life, I realize that it thus far has been a complete disaster.

I have gone from working in a government office, to a library circulation department, to making sandwiches, to washing dishes, to applying for a job scrubbing toilets.

At this rate, in five years I'll be making my living scooping up dog crap.

As it stands right now, I have no job and can't pay my rent.

Earlier on in my life, I simply couldn't fathom what a person could have going on in their life that would drive them to take their own life.

With my increasing desperation, I fear I'm beginning to understand.