Largo sostenuto - What do you MEAN it's not listed anymore

Work, jobs, applications, cover letters, mindless temp work involving a computer screen stealing your soul, ALL for that which rules the world: Money. The tiresome process of finding something so coveted. This goal of the "perfect" occupation. Does it exist? And if so, how does one effectively "sell themselves" into this position? I find that most everyone places an over-exaggerated twist on everything they claim to have done. How tricksy.

Cut, paste, type, think, stop... No matter how I phrase these letters of introduction it all comes out the same, and in the world today how do you differentiate 1500 cookie cutouts? The realization that this process could possibly go on for far longer than I would appreciate is daunting. This very monotonous process. It's only day two...

Battles - HI / LO

Writing, tweaking, sending, waiting, lather, rinse, repeat. Oh the dreary repetitiveness...and when you feel you've reached the finale, it returns ever so steadily, and slowly...to...the...beginning.

Allegro - One big move

How quickly things have come to pass. Two thousand miles behind me, and an existence open to experience and adventure ahead. The obstacles which tried to keep me from this place have been shaken off by the instinct and desire that guides my way. A new start without forgetting my past. I will not waste time distracted by the activity around me. Those who have always seen me as young and weak should take a seat. Let me taste the air of independence...real independence (as we all know college is anything but). I will fall, as a toddler falls when taking its first step, but I'm open to hardship, for what is life worth without a fight? Sorrow and difficulties only make the pleasure and delights more enjoyable. My struggle to control my emotions may make me weary, enough so to consider resignation. However, no matter the battle, do not fret, for I have extraordinary might, and these emotions only fight for my happiness. This is my choice, and no matter the outcome, I'm ready for it. Thus...I give you a woman who's words I can relate to.

Fiona Apple - Extraordinary Machine
I certainly haven't been shopping for any new shoes,
And I certainly haven't been spreading myself around.
I still only travel by foot and by foot, it's a slow climb,
But I'm good at being uncomfortable, so
I can't stop changing all the time.

I notice that my opponent is always on the go,
And won't go slow, so's not to focus, and I notice
He'll hitch a ride with any guide as long as
They go fast from whence he came.
But he's no good at being uncomfortable, so
He can't stop staying exactly the same.

If there was a better way to go then it would find me.
I can't help it, the road just rolls out behind me.
Be kind to me, or treat me mean.
I'll make the most of it.
I'm an extraordinary machine.

I seem to you to seek a new disaster every day.
You deem me due to clean my view
And be at peace and lay.
I mean to prove I mean to move in my own way,
And say, I've been getting along for long before
You came into the play.

I am the baby of the family, it happens,
So everybody cares and
Wears the sheeps' clothes while they chaperone
Curious, you looking down your at me,
While you appease.
Courteous to try and help,
But let me set your mind at ease.

Do I so worry you, you need to hurry to my side?
It's very kind.
But it's to no avail; I don't want the bail.
I promise you, everything will be just fine.

If there was a better way to go then it would find me.
I can't help it, the road just rolls out behind me.
Be kind to me, or treat me mean.
I'll make the most of it.
I'm an extraordinary machine.

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