Unemployment: The Road to Poverty

Even though I've been meaning to write this post for the past few weeks, I have found it very ironic that I have no time seeing that the unemployment bug as infected more people than the "pandemic" known as swine flu. Speaking of swine flu, so much for it taking over the world. Anyways, I'd probably have a better chance of meeting a girl with a good personality than I would finding a job anywhere near my house. 

I am not really sure why I am unemployed. It is not like I didn't pick up any applications. In fact, I actually applied to 15.5 places. Yes, I applied to half a place because I did half the work which is picking up the application to actually fill out. After rejection and no phone calls, I decided to end my pursuit of a summer job and file for unemployment. Well to my knowledge unemployment checks should be collected by those who are unemployed. That person being me. Well apparently, someone can't collect an unemployment check unless they were actually employed in the first place. Now that is some bullshit.

Unemployment has changed my lifestyle for temporarily. The motto, "money is temporary" tends to be the most affected by unemployment. This motto has been engraved into my head and cannot be taken out, therefore my bank account is going down faster than your mom on prom night. Facebook has made its entrance back into my life and is slowly corrupting my everyday conversation. It sucks, but its what happens when your life consists of eating, drinking, lifting, and going to pens games. I've also been reading a good bit and studying to become a personal trainer but quite frankly I'd rather have a buffalo sit on my face for an hour, then read about "A personal trainer is there to motivate their clients and help them pursue their goals." You've got to be kidding me. I thought a personal trainer was there to talk shit and tell their out of shape clients how worthless they are. Alright, maybe those are just my thoughts.

Unemployment has also led me to blab on and on about the subject. As long as I don't resort to fornicating with fat women for money, I think I'll be able to live with no job and just doing what I want to do for the rest of the summer.

Stay jacked.