The Dignity of Work

I am feeling so damned depressed. If I am not allowed the dignity of some kind of work soon, I am going to go out of mind! The woman of my dreams is just within my grasp, but I can't have her because I can't get an accounting firm to believe me when I tell them that I will work hard and be dependable.

This morning, I tried to organize the yard outside. Hoa stopped me halfway through and told me that I didn't know what I was doing. She said that I didn't know where to put things. But she didn't get to see what it was going to look like when I finished, so how could she know that I didn't know where to put things. I was simply moving things around temporarily to sweep the dirt up and then move things back in a neat and orderly fashion. It's like every chance I can get to prove my love for Chau and her family, they don't want me to let me take it. This is getting so depressing. A man needs to work. It builds his sense of pride and self-respect. I used to work outside all of the time. I understand their desire to see me get a good-paying job and it seems like they are trying to preserve me for that, but what am I supposed to do in the meantime?

Tomorrow, I go see a popular bread chain for a job. That would certainly be along my sphere of experience. Perhaps I could build my career on it. We will see.