. . . muttered the ogre

In the shower this morning I was reflecting that the temp agencies haven’t called me in ages, and wondering what I ought to do. And I thought, if they’d just tell me “Go away already, you’re a fuckup and we’re never going to use you,” at least I could forget about them. And then I thought, the same goes for life in general. If an angel were to appear and say, “You already know you’re never going to get laid again, right? Well, you’re also never going to hold a job for more than a day,” that would simplify things enormously. For me anyhow.