Corporate America Sucks Ass

No seriously. 

That job interview I went to?

I didn't get the job.

My friend did. 

I'm not exactly sure why.

Well, no, that's a lie.

I *do* know why.

See, I was qualified for the job. I'd done the job for two years - until last May when I quit to go back to school full-time, to tell the truth. When the Latin male supervisor interviewed me and my friend, he liked her more. Clearly. I mean, yeah, he was impressed by my knowledge and experience and mad skills, but he preferred her more.

Why? She possessed two things I didn't. 

What were they?

A g-cup and a past career as a stripper.

I hope that company sinks and goes bankrupt.

Job Interview Last Night

Job interview last night.

We'll see how it goes.

It's between me, a really good friend, and some stranger. 

Granted, I really want the job coz I really need the money coz my friend already has a job, even if she isn't getting a lot of hours from it. Besides, I already have the experience that they're looking for - she doesn't. Stranger Girl isn't agreeing to the pay cut. I'm okay with it, coz at this moment, money is still money.

With the situation at home - wherein I really do feel like I wanna bang my head against the wall and possibly slit my wrists - I need a job to stay another five or six hours the hell away from home.

Venting on a Thursday

If you know me well, then you'll know that I don't really get along all that well with my family. At all. In spite of my glittery, rainbow-like personality (or maybe because of it, because rainbow = teh gay), I'm the black sheep of the family. No jokes. Everyone loves my kid brother. Loves. I don't have that sort of luck. Yes, my family loves me, but it's in a different sort of way. They love my brother not just because he's family, but because of who he is as well. As for me, I'm loved because I am family. 

And that's about it.

They don't like me as a person. Not that I blame them. I might not like me as a person either if I were in their shoes. 

There was a time when my family did love me in that sort of way. But that was before I began to fight the suppression, before I started to form my own opinions and come to terms with my own personal beliefs and choices. My family, in spite of believing that they are completely open-minded, free-thinking, and modern, are sadly not. Yes, they can dress well, but sadly, that's about it. No, really. 

I discovered this back when I was eighteen and we were discussing homosexuality in Bollywood at a local Indian restaurant that my family and I used to frequent until their food went completely downhill. I mean, the moment someone brought up the fact that one of the actors was gay, everyone started making gagging sounds and going on about how gross and unnatural it all was.

Excuse me? 

Gross and unnatural? 

There was a point in time when homosexuality was considered to be the highest, purest form of love. There was a point in time when, in India, we were okay with homosexuality.

But no. Times change, and as it does, so society does change too.

Clearly for the worse. 

My point in all this? I don't know. I'm not even sure why I started typing this up this morning. I just needed to vent, I think. My little brother returned from his first visit to India as an adult on Monday, and the entire family's doting on him. Doting. Doting in a way that I was never doted on, in spite of having lived there from the ages of 14-18. 

Am I jealous? Perhaps a little. A part of me wants that love, that doting that he gets. But I'll never have it, because I'm gay.

Not that anyone besides my mom and one of her cousins knows that yet.

But as the days progress, I'm finding it harder and harder to stay back and chain myself in a closet. 

I love superheroes, yes, but I don't love secret identities. 

Moving to a New Home

I've needed a new place to blog for awhile. I've spent the better part of four years on LiveJournal, and while it rocked, LiveJournal's become bad.

Like, really bad.

Bad enough that I haven't really blogged there for a good number of months.

The new censorship laws that Six Apart is forcing onto LiveJournal are...incredibly stupid, and incredibly suppressing, and frankly, being a gay Indian male from a family that believes itself to be incredibly modern and free-thinking while not at all being so, I have to say that I'm damn tired of being constantly suppressed and censored. I'm sorry. I need some place to speak my mind, some place where I can be heard, and clearly, that's unfortunately no longer LJ, who seems to suddenly want to pander to five-year-olds in spite of the fact that you have to be at least thirteen years of age to be able to use LJ!

So I've had to leave my home of four years and move here, to Blogger.

Hopefully, this place won't turn into teh suck the way LJ has.