Still, we rot.

I got into a car accident today. A car came flying through my apartment complex and hit me on the driver's side, busting my bumper. It was fairly minor, the claim is processing and mostly I'm just going to have to replace the bumper. However, it ruined my lunch period and all of my evening tasks that I was so determined to tackle. It's at the risk of throwing off tomorrow morning, too.

That morning, I had been really excited when I saw that a software engineering position opened up at DreamWorks. I applied and filled out the form explaining my excitement and goal to spend the rest of my career there. I thought for sure I'd get an interview since I've worked there full time. The car accident happened a few hours later. 

And then I had a bunch of stomach issues in the afternoon. I think I have developed something worse than just generic lactose intolerance. 

The rejection email from DreamWorks came just a few hours after the car accident. Not even an interview, nothing about all the work I did on Trolls, just a stupid generic rejection form. 

I'm done. I should have known that the dream died a long time ago. I was stupid for trying to resurrect it. 

I don't know what I'm doing anymore. There is very little to be happy about. 31 years and nothing to show. I don't care about these stupid corporations anymore. I don't really care about anything now. Just empty. Why am I even here? I'm not contributing anything and I'm behind on everything I've wanted to do. Everything I hoped I would be has slipped out of my fingers. 



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