So life hasn't turned out how you planned (as if you had one) and reality is staring you in the face. Just got a Master's Degree in something that people politely ask you, 'oh Humanities, that sounds great' when in actuality they have now idea what it means. So the inevitable next question always follows, 'so what do you plan to do with that'? So you scratch your head and reply, "fuck your father in the shower and have a snack". This typically does not go over well so you are further oschtricized for your choice of major.
So your job search entails grasping for straws, and/or just blindly tossing your hook and bait into the water in the hopes that something catches. However, there is another reason why people won't and or are reluctant to hire you..... that's right, you know damn well the reason. You have been in a lot of trouble with the law sir, and the law does not forget, nor do your friends. Your friends won't even hire you because of possible legal implications that would turn off potential investors. Regardless if you even desired to work for that friend, it's a moot point due to the mistakes you made in your past. So you say to yourself, I fucked up a few times in the past but how long do I have to suffer? Well my sorrowful friend according to the law you will carry those mistakes until the man in black comes to get you.
But I'm a war veteran and I have earned my Master's Degree, you plead to the imaginary judge who sits high above his pedestal. He stares down upon you and reviews your rap sheet...... he speaks "i see your plight Devil Dog, however the justice system does not believe in reformation, only institutionalization. You my brother, can never be trusted again. But good luck on your job search, we will be waiting".
FUCK is all you can reply, your only recourse.
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