What if...

What if God was one of us?

He'll be just as frustrated as the right of us with living in this life. He'd be like, "how do you all cope? This is not right!"

Last night I spent abou an hour and a half working on my writing sample so I could send it to this job that required it. Just for me to get a read receipt from them today, that my email to them at 11:30 pm was deleted without being read. Who does that? Was the wiriting sample that bad? Really? I try. I really try. But the harder I try at this career thing, the worse it gets. Today, what did I do at work? I spent 3 hours arranging to ship some boxes to storage and tomorrow, I have to some intense filing. How does one cope? With all this education this is what I spend my days doing? No wonder my writing sample sucks. And my manager who asked me to do this. She doesnt know a thing about moving stuff to storage or what the "storage log" looks like? Then, hey do I have to know what it's like. I feel like an IT student. Its repressing. But I dare not complain. Because every time I do. It gets worse. Seriously.