Good Luck

I have some issues that much is true. I get agitated at some little things in life. I hate being patronized, for one thing. I also don't like false positive thinking cliches used when I call bullshit bullshit.

One of the most innocuous things that can be said recently has driven me to almost to madness and that's the phrase "Good Luck". It's been said to me a lot these days and always because of the fact that I'm struggling to figure out how to get a good job and move on in my life. I know the reality that the next six months of my life is going to suck. "Good Luck" was said to me by my boss after he fired me. "Good Luck" was said to me by a recruiting agency that wasn't going to use my services. "Good Luck" was said by my friend after I spilled my guts on my anxiety of what the future holds for me.

Good Luck. I ain't never had good luck outside of the good luck of not being in poverty or chronically ill. Good luck is what I need because reality isn't presenting to me any good opportunities. Looking for work in the papers and the recruiting web sites seems to be a dead end. I have been networking as good as possible, but my networking connections are limited and my employment record is borderline hideous, no wonder Scangirl left me. So luck, or divine intervention needs to interfere because I lack the ability to get a good job. My resume and my portfolio is out there sent to hundreds of potential employers. Luck would determine that a forgotten job I applied to months ago would call. It happens with the crappy restaurant jobs, why can't it happen to the better graphic design jobs I apply to?

Anyway, "Good Luck" is like "Niagara Falls" in a Three Stooges routine or "Susquehanna Hat Company" in an Abbott and Costello routine, to me. I don't need luck I need a good job.


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