So right now I am working one part-time job...(I actually just quit my other retail job because I just got fed up and said fuck it), and have been applying to jobs for the past five months for about 2 hours a day with no luck. I have pretty much given up the search and my mom tells me she has a friend that works for this company that is hiring. I figure what the hell, so I send in my resume. I spoke to my dad earlier, he said to me, "If you get a job there that would be great, you could work there for 25 years, then retire, that place is known for having lifers." Shouldn't I have been happy with this statement he made? Well, it made me want to puke and caused me to go into deep thought mode about the meaning of life. If I got the job, I will make great money, but for what? And for 25 years going to the same place everyday? This does not sound like a good life. I want to make it in music and if I am not able to support myself playing music by my early thirties I really don't want to go on living.
I sound like Hunter Thompson or something.