My Bout With Anti-Productivity

So I got fired from my job. It's a weird feeling. I've been fired before, when I worked at Da Boyz, but I absolutely hated that job and the boss was apparently a pedophile so I wasn't losing sleep over it. I was also in high school and didn't have to pay anything. Now, I just bought a new car (which I fucking love. I might marry it) and I'm broke, thanks to spending everything I make and going to Vegas and bars and restaurants everyday. Sounds like a hyperbole but I was going to a restaurant probably everyday. Stupid. I dunno if I could say that I'm fueling the economy, because I feel like I am. But I also know that everybody in our country being in debt is a problem, and I'm part of that too. But who cares, I am blogging because of my personal struggles not economics. Which I have come to hate, by the way.
First, I want to make my official statement for anyone who hasn't heard that I am no longer an Outback employee. If there is still anyone that would care to know why I don't work there anymore, just refer them to my blog and they'll find out. I got fired because I was taking care of another server's tables while he was on break and I forgot about 2 of them. One of them walked out on their bill. The week before this, I was suspended because one of my own table's food order was lost in the kitchen and I wasn't proactive soon enough in asking where their food was. I was making too many mistakes, so I got the boot. Cold bloodeeeed.
Now, rewinding a bit, I find myself with a pimp new ride, a nice chunk of debt and no income. And I like to eat and drink. And looking for jobs sucks reeeaally bad. I was talking to my stepmom about it, who is also looking for a job. There is no personal connection in finding a job these days. I put on a shirt and tie and just applied to a couple places and most just told me to fill out an online application. They don't even say, "Hey, how refreshing to see a guy who cares enough to get all dressed up and come see me! I guess I can talk for five minutes, what's your name?" No, they just tell me to get in line like everyone else. Which could lead to a philisophical debate. Has myspace and facebook influenced the way we get jobs? Are we just what we look like on an online application? How does that have more value than me coming in looking all spiffy? And the more important thing is, I would be able to talk to the damn guy about myself, I have people skills for God's sake.
And this is a good time to talk about online applications. FUCK ONLINE APPLICATIONS. Stupidest fucking thing I've ever done. Asking me a bunch of questions, many of them the same question, just reworded, and many of them have a very obvious answer. Which I suppose is better than the questions where all of the responses seem wrong, but there's apparently a least retarded answer. I would rather take a fucking econ test. And I would much rather talk to a manager about why I am a good employee. What do they get fucking paid for anyway?
Anyway, I now have a great respect for the men and women supporting families that are trying to find a job. It wouldn't be easy in the first place, and now we have to do stupid online applications and hope our responses to retarded fucking scenarios stand out in some way. Another thing that I thought about is applying for unemployment. And it's weird because when I had a job, I was like, "Man, if I didn't have a job I'd just go apply for unemployment, it's free money." And now I have these potential feelings of shame holding me back from that. I would actually feel a terrible loss of pride if I had to come to that. I mean I've been a loyal taxpayer, so I kind of did my part in earning that money, but in a sense it's everyone else that's taking care of me too. It would feel like I lost. But hey, I got bills to pay.