Of past lives

I went to a birthday party last night where most of the people are working in the industry that I could not get back into and four of them on the same job. The thing I miss most about the work is the money and despite what I or others say it still kind of hurts to see these people and hear their stories of Christmas parties because it reminds me that I wasn't good enough to get a job or to extend my career.

Of course I should be thicker skinned and say good luck to them and fuck them.

Still I had a good time despite having an upset stomach today...bad pizza I think at that meal.

Onwards onto better things for me.