Weekends are supposed to be fun...
I'm plagued by this whole lack of job situation. I smoke way to much pot to get a job thats better than 7 bucks an hour. I realize that's my own fault, but it still isn't exactly fair. I understand not hiring a herion addict or a crack feind, but its just a little pot.
Before I get onto *that* whole rant, I'll censor myself now. I'll find something. I've scoped the papers, but I've only run into more bs. Anything worth doing requires experiance, and they don't mean flipping burgers. Where the hell am I supposed to get it if no one will hire me without it?
The great mysteries of growing up.
