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But I think you are referring to whoever is hiring has a requirement that you own a car. Doesn't make much sense if you can still get to work without one, but I guess thats what some companies require to insure the employee gets there? I doubt it's worth all the extra payments for a car just to get a single job, unless it's a damn good job.
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Well I guess I should clear this up a little.
This city ...... too many rich people live here. They always prefer a person with a car rather than not when hiring. They don't care whether it'd be possible if you can communte to work by bus... they prefer car-owners.
For some of them I just don't see why having a car would be an issue at all. But if they want to be picky, there really is no way I can stop them.
I am really angry about this. I think I am as good as the next guy. But just because his parents is rich enough (yes, note I mention parents, because a person without income entirely logically cannot afford a car, but all of the 16 years old in this city drives Benz, go figure) to give him a play car makes him a more hirable employee?
Now while I am at it I might as well rant some more. My mother thinks I am a lazy bastard becaus I don't have a job for 2 years now. She has no understanding, or rather, quite frankly, refuse to acknowledge that I have personal problems and stressing like hell over my current jobless-ness. She is trying to make me dance like a puppet, and accuse me of not dancing to the left because she made me dance to the right. My brother who hates me because I am born, throws me looks of contempt everytime we cross path. My father, who also think I am a lazy bastard and the worst failure in the family, who doesn't yell at me, but rather yell at my mom so my mom will get upset and yell at me in a guilt-tripping way.
I got a bump type thing growing somewhere on my body. I am scared as hell this is something serious like cancer or such.(but mom didn't care when I told her) Lately my health have been going downhill, my creative mind dried up, I am withering and I can't focus.
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That. And the fact that I am alone in this city. I have no one that I can turn to for support. ... Actually worse that I have my brother by my side, but he'd rather I die. It hurts.
I hate this.
Ya know, actually cancer won't be that bad, at least I'd be free of this shit. ... I have too much on my hands... maybe to some of you this is nothing, but this is definitely more than I know how to handle. I am trying, but it isn't working. I am about to collapse, and I don't know what to do.
*goes cry her eyes out*