Well, just have a look here.
I am confident. I am loved. I am, I know, tolerably good at my work. At times, however, this knowledge is not enough to cool the sting of rejection. One should be used to it. One should take succour from others’ similar stories. I am, after all, but one in a growing dysthymic army of persons who do not have (nor indeed favour) actual “jobsâ€. The maw of capital finds us easier to swallow, of course, if we are only temporarily and casually bobbing on its lips. And, frankly, I do not wish to be digested by any modern company. No. Fuckit. The forest of policy and the maze of doublespeak is too much, particularly for anyone who loves words, to bear.
[tags]helga koch, hk, hr, she doesn’t really hate married people, per se[/tags]
