Shit Luck: 3 Good Luck: 0

Well, what else is new...I lose a metrocard and its holder, I lose a new earring (like RIGHT OUTTA THE BOX NEW), and I can't for the life of me get any of these places to call me back.

I'm floundering. Is it time to beg? Perhaps. Perhaps I'm not paying my dues properly, hence the loss of my $20 metrocard and $16 earrings. Losses always happen in threes, so I know I have to get hit with something else. I need to brace myself for it, it'll sure be wonderful.

Oh! Did I mention the skin outbreak (it's waaaay too mottled and red to be a simple rash) across my neck and chest? What the hell draped over me as I slept yesterday? SARS? Marburg? Ebola? Or is it something with no name?

And tomorrow's another lovely weekend. With no money, since I'm living off my credit card. That will run out, too. And since Mr. Monkey Boy Bush has made it more difficult to declare bankruptcy, I'll just have to sell my corneas, all of my blood and maybe a kidney whilst preparing myself for a life perfecting the principle of indentured servitude. Hell, I'm in that now.

I had noooo idea I'd still be here this long. They say it's more important how you view yourself than how others view you. BULLSHIT, I say. That doesn't work when you're out on job interviews! Dumb-as-dishwater princesses get 70K, and I'm here floundering like a special ed student working at the volunteer level in the Land of Narcissists.

I remember distinctly a lovely Tracy Ullman show back in the year I love (1987) where a bunch of potential employees are told to be as creative as possible and let loose with strange materials for this very non-traditional interview. Tracy chooses chunks of metal and starts tap dancing on a table with exploding caps to emphasize the beat. Another woman chooses a saw and a bow and starts playing "Somewhere Over the Rainbow". Then, there's a guy who picks up a kazoo and a napkin and starts making an ass of himself while blowing notes. Notes with no discernable tune or rhyme. The napkin is draped over one eye, which makes no sense.

HE GETS THE JOB.

The reason? He's the least threatening out of the bunch.

Maybe that's my problem? I'm TOO competent?