You know I love you right? I really do, but I’m not your mom. I’m your sister. Just as many times as you bump your head on the table, I do as well.
I am currently unemployed. You know this because I can bother you at any time of the day. Since I’m your… dear sister, you don’t always look at me with endearment, so this can be seen as a negative situation for us both.
Here’s the thing though, its not that I don’t want a job. I applied to ten jobs. Got three interviews. All without a call back. Don’t worry! I’m not discouraged… except I feel like my lower abdomen can’t receive another blow. My massive ego has amassed to a tiny little crumb, and I am not sure what to feel anymore… but don’t worry. I still have room in the tiny crumb to share love with you.
Here’s why I can’t get a job though… I’m leaving in August. I know you have no sense of time so telling you this won’t mean much to you, but when I tell them this… I have this complex that results in me telling the truth even when it may not be beneficial to me.
So, your big sis is unemployed because she’s got plans and is honest. This makes your big sis proud, and I hope you’re proud of me too little old lady.
In all honesty though, I do have credit card bills and such, and a part time or full time or whoever you need to do needs of whatever would help me by helping you or someone you know. So, if you’re reading this private letter to my dog, first shame on you but second, I’m glad you’re here. Do you have any suggestions or know of any openings? (You can comment below this post)
Anyways, my lovely furry little creature whom I’m allergic to but burry my face in anyways… I love you always and hope you now know why I hug you just a little tighter.
~may your breath always be the way you wish~