Gertrude Stein

I just applied for a job in sales and marketing. It is very difficult to find anything now a days. The economy is defintely still bad from my perspective.

I just missed the deadline for applying to census jobs and am mad at myself about that. But as P pointed out I have friends and family and will not starve to death.

Still.

I worry.

I like this weird poem by Gertrude Stein, and the ending is powerful.