Writing a job application for a mass event staff hiring. Maybe I should eat something first. I just loathe this crap. These things have nothing to do with reality, just attention to form. It's the sorta thing that makes me react badly, which is probably one of the reasons I'm in my current situation.
Yeah, I'm gunna get some dinner then google for some paragraph examples that will keep these HR fuckers happy. Some bastard around here had a bbq this afternoon, so I'm going to fight back with a plate of continental sausages. Yeah, I know you shouldn't really fry them in olive oil but damn do I love that smell.