F###. EVERY. THING. I just lost the job I was supposed to start on Monday. The one I was actually excited about. The one that was supposed to be my fresh start.
I left my old job because it was suffocating me, and now I'm back to square one. And you know why? Because some investor got cold feet due to "macroeconomic conditions". Whatever the f### that means.
I'm so sick of being at the mercy of forces beyond my control. I'm sick of being a p### in someone else's game. I just want to be able to work, to build something, to create something without having the rug pulled out from under me.
And to top it all off, this company was supposed to be the epitome of what's good about America. But no, even they can't escape the crushing weight of circumstance. It's all just a big f###### joke.