Today might've been Make Allan Feel Bad Day.

Nothing makes me feel any more unwanted than a Career Fair. There's nothing like handing out your resume and trying to make conversation while you're nervous as hell and sweating like a pig. Nice going Allan, way to make a first impression. I'll be lucky to land a job, at least one that I really want. I need to stop kidding myself too. I went to go ask about a job at the Clorox booth that required Accounting background. They asked me if I ever took an accounting class, and I said no. I'm no jack of all trades. I'm not even a jack of some trades.

Then afterwards, I went to go get some dinner. There was this African American guy at the corner talking to people and giving away his free rap CD. As I passed by him, I thought he was going to offer me one, but he didn't. So I thought, Ok, maybe he just wants to save his CDs for the fellow rappers and hoes. On my way back, I see him offer his CD to a Caucasian red head woman in her late 30s/early 40s. Then I thought to myself, why did he offer her one and not me? Does he have something against Asian people? Actually, he doesn't, because as I'm waiting to cross the street, I see him talking to an Asian guy. So I guess it's just me. I'm not ghetto enough for a free rap CD. I don't have enough street cred, or not as much as the Caucasian late 30/early 40 female population does.

Finally, I realized that I'm a piece of garbage as a fly landed on my face while I was waiting for my dinner order.