Thursday, October 20, 2005

After some thought: I'm depressed. I'm 24 and I just got a job in f*cking retail. Again. I'm essentially still doing the thing that I started doing at 16 when I looked at the people I worked with and thought, "I'm going to get a degree so I don't have to do this for the rest of my life." And here I am. Working in retail. Trying desperately to pay bills whilst being happy that at least I can afford to try to pay them. What was the point in going to uni? Why couldn't I have been good at math, or like children? Then I could have been a scientist, or a teacher, or something that people want to employ me for instead of yet another pointless arts major.

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