This City Hates Me.

Here I am. In the city of angels. And it sucks ass.

Reason: There are no fucking jobs. I've been sitting on my ass playing picross every day. I've been living here, unemployed, since August. I've gotten to the point where I've thrown out any ideas of actually working in my field and have just walked into stores randomly and asked if they're hiring. They aren't.

Reason 1: Writers. The goddamned writers are fucking this whole city over. Don't get me wrong, I support their cause, but they're being fucking numbskulls about the whole thing. They aren't hurting the people they're striking against because they still have cash pouring in:
Big business guys will make a reality/game show about fucking anything, and people flock to it like flies on shit. The writers aren't really being hurt by the whole thing. Both sides are acting like fucking children that refuse to talk, and meanwhile no one else can get a job because they have no need for fresh faces around.

Reason 2: This country is in a recession. No one's spending money, so no one's making any money. No one's making any money, so no one's hiring anyone. I have a fucking college degree, am more proficient on a computer than 97% of this country's population, worked in a fucking high-energy physics laboratory where I was making more money per hour than these people will ever see in their lives (and I was published), and a list of other stuff I don't even want to mention and I can't even get hired for fucking retail.

Reason 3: My own fucking school's career development office isn't getting back to me. I have an email dated November 7th from the office saying they were compiling a list of alumni and people related to the school who might be interested in hiring. November. Fucking. 7th.

Reason 4: No one returns my emails/calls/candigrams/smoke signals. I meet people around here who are doing what I want to be doing. They are interested in my skills and give me their card telling me to contact them... They never even give me the decency of responding saying "no thanks, dumbass, we think you should go fuck yourself with a 2x4." The one psuedo-exception to this seeming rule is a director I knew who responded to an email. I emailed him back saying "wow, it's really refreshing to actually get a response from someone" and then attempted to continue the dialogue, to which he never responded (for the record, my computer thinks I misspelled "dialogue." Dipshit.).

I'm done. Go fuck yourself, LA... and quit flying your goddamned military choppers over my house at 6AM.

THANKS.