I applied for a job at a shoe store because there's a pair of too-expensive cute boots that I want. I applied yesterday and (of course) got the job.
As soon as the boss said I had it, I felt sick. I don't want to sell shoes from sweatshops made from animals's dead bodies. I also don't want to work for minimum wage.
I don't want to keep getting jobs and turning them down.
I want some perfect job doing something I believe in, but I don't really know where to start looking. It's seeming more and more likely that I'll be back in school next semester by default.
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So did you turn it down or are you now a salesperson at a shoe store?
Oops. I forgot to say I turned it down. I am still a professional doer of nothing.
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