the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.
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16:38 + 07.12.2007 = homo promo a'no-go.
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3 candidates.
2 positions open.
1 oddman-out.
me: the most experience but the least sycophantic.
i need an exit stragedy, immediately.
and as i was being told of my rejection, the words, "don't be discouraged" kept coming up.
oh yes. don't be discouraged... i must keep up with the hard work... cos look how much i have to show for it: 4 years of headaches, backaches, alternative-to-sugar-related anxiety attacks, and an absurd amount of frustration piling up and festering as kiss-ass after whiny kiss-ass [for the most part] thieve me my job. [[wow... that sounds a little too 'entitled' for my taste.]]
i'm not discouraged; i'm livid.
it only takes so long for the verbal pats-on-the-back to feel like bitchslaps-across-the-face.
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comments?? --->[thisaway]--->[[looks to me as though there are...]]---> 0 repercussions thus far
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[[erstwhile]] ***** [[forthwith]]
