Come on then, God;
Tell me where the F**** you do want me to be.
Come on. I’m waiting.
Because you rejected me again today. And I could formally complain about the unfairness of the interview process – because it was underhand (and everyone thought I was suspicious for thinking this) – and I could sue the church for utter unprofessionalism, resulting directly in loss of earnings, but let’s face it, where would that get me? 112 more words