Well, 2016, You Win
Like John Oliver before me, I'm ready to call 2016 in favor of someone else and just be done with it.
This week alone I have been rejected for jobs I am extremely qualified for, have had to spend far too much money because the entire world collapsed the moment I decided to switch jobs, and multiple people accused me of not taking my lifelong passion seriously because they saw me wearing a cloak when I turned in some paperwork. It's not even a disheveled cloak. It's crushed velvet. It's crimson. It cost me more than some people spend on their car payment in a month. But, no, of course I think that the job I got hired to do and that I'm pursuing a Master's for and that I've spent the last decade of my life doing in one form or another is a joke and that's why I was wearing something during the five minutes I was in the building. I definitely didn't wear it after that or throughout the rest of the day. I only did it to insult you, anonymous coworkers, because that's the kind of person I am, which you'd know if you'd have said a word about it to me.
Ugh. I'm sorry, to anyone reading this, because I am in a bad mood (and I know this is a venting thread but just... guh).
So, anyways, because of the Great Cloak Scandal of last Monday (not Monday four days ago, but Monday last week) which I only learned was even a thing yesterday, I couldn't get a confirmation of employment, and so the apartment I was looking to rent was rented out already. Good. Fine. Whatever. It's not like there aren't any other cat-friendly apartments in the city I live in, right? No. That's wrong. There aren't, or at least nothing in a price range I can afford or that's safe to live in. So, great. Perfect, really.
And then let's add onto it that one of my games is slowly trying to pull itself apart, so I had to reschedule it, and that means that I've had to drop one of my players. So now I get to give that good news, and I hate losing players, and I hate having to give bad news to someone who has done nothing wrong except for getting a job with hours that used to work for the game, but now they don't. It's not fair to them, but adjusting the game to accommodate can't be done without being unfair to someone else so it's just... peachy. Just. Peachy.
And, on top of that, because my new job doesn't pay as well as my old job, and despite me having an excellent credit rating and perfect rental history, the agency I want to rent through is like "Oooh, sorry. You'll have to pay a few months in advance because you're not earning enough right now." I earn over two times the monthly rental cost every month, which isn't much, I know, but seriously? Seriously? You know I'm leagues above not just people my age, but most consumers when it comes to reliably paying my bills, rent and otherwise, but you think I'm enough of a problem that you want me to pay three months in advance? I can't imagine how that works out for anyone, but whatever. You know what? I have the money, and it's not even important to me because if I pay in advance then that's one less bill I have to worry about until February. I've got it and I'll pay it and I have no idea why I even bother keeping up all of my good habits if this is how I'm going to be treated for it.
And, you know what? That's what I think it's boiling down to for me. I do things right, most of the time. I'm not perfect, but no one is. I pay my bills on time. I took out a credit card which I use for small purchases and pay back quickly. I ride my bike to work instead of taking my car, saving on both gas and traffic flow, even when it's horrible outside and it would be so much easier to just drive in. I'm nice to most people and I try to help people whenever I can. I'm a hard worker and I'm soft-hearted to a fault. I listen and I'm patient and, you know what, I even remember to call my mom and my dad at least once a month, which I think is important because they were always good to me, even when I didn't realize it. I don't eat out much, I eat cheaply at home, and when I do go out it's usually to treat a friend to a semi-nice meal somewhere not that expensive so they can relax and feel good about themselves. I have my faults, plenty of them, but most of them aren't the sort of things people ever realize about me because they're my demons, and I deal with them on my own, and that's... not the healthiest thing in the world but it's fine because I don't let it hurt others.
But when I decide to make a career change because my job was sucking the life out of me and I was in a good financial position to make a change without breaking the bank? Well, that's when the cat gets sick, the car breaks down, the medical issues in the family spring out of the floorboards, health insurance comes due, car insurance too, and now triple rent plus security and pet deposit? Yeah. Sure. There goes everything I worked so hard to save up over the year all in less than a month, but that's fine. Who cares, yeah? And then to be questioned about my intentions and ethics because of an item of clothing that most people can't even properly identify? Yeah, I didn't really need my self-esteem either. And then to have to be the guy giving out bad news on top of it? I didn't know there was that much left of me to break.
So, 2016, you win. Just... just please stop, okay? You win. I just want to live my life again without waiting for the next blow...