DO NOT CONTINUE READING IF YOU ARE OFFENDED BY CENSORED SWEARS OR EXPLICIT LANGUAGE!

My school is putting on a Fall play. Every year for almost every play, we get an interview with our local newspaper. The seniors are always interviewed, and at least one senior interview always makes it into the paper.

I, along with most of my other cast mates, was interviewed. I have the most lines in the entire play. I have the least blocking, but the most lines, and I'm in EVERY SINGLE SCENE!

My picture was not in the paper. My interview was not in the paper. I'm not even mentioned in it. I'M THE LEAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I HAVE 207 LINES!!!!! FOR TWO ENTIRE PAGES I SAY EVERY OTHER LINE!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM ON STAGE FOR MORE THAN HALF OF THE ENTIRE PLAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR MY SENIOR INTERVIEW TO BE IN THE PAPER SINCE FRESHMAN YEAR!!!!! I HAVE BEEN IN ALMOST EVERY PLAY SINCE I STARTED OUT AT MY FUCKING SCHOOL!!!!!!!

I WAS INTERVIEWED TWICE BY THE PEOPLE! THAT'S TWO TIMES!!!!!! I'M NOT EVEN MENTIONED IN THE PAPER!!!! THOSE PIECE OF REPORTERS WASTED MY VALUABLE TIME THAT COULD HAVE BEEN SPENT PREPARING FOR THE NEXT ACT OR DOING HOMEWORK TO INTERVIEW ME AND THEN NOT EVEN MENTION MY CHARACTER IN THEIR PAPER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

No, I know this sounds very arrogant and ungrateful, and I should feel happy for those people who did get interviewed. I shouldn't let this bother me, but I can't help it!

I have been waiting to be interviewed my senior year and get in the newspaper. My grandmother saves every little thing that even mentions me in passing, and as a senior I wanted to give her something that she could actually put on her fridge and people would say "Oh, this article is about your grandson. Isn't that nice?"

I WOULD HAVE BEEN SATISFIED WITH ONE QUOTE FROM ONE OF MY INTERVIEWS, JUST ONE SENTENCE! OR MY NAME JUST BEING INCLUDED IN A LIST OF CAST MEMBERS!

But no, instead, they put in JUNIOR interviews, JUNIOR pictures, and one senior interview from the kid who plays ALMOST THE LEAST IMPORTANT CHARACTER! IN FACT, THE PLAY DOESN'T EVEN NEED HIM! HE IS A WASTE OF TIME AND SPACE! AND HE CAN'T DO AN ITALIAN ACCENT FOR ! HE'S SUPPOSED TO SOUND ITALIAN, NOT LIKE HE'S ADDING THE LETTER "A" TO EVERY SINGLE WORD! I AM INSULTED AS AN ITALIAN THAT PEOPLE EVEN FIND HIS "ACCENT" CONVINCING!!!!!

I know, I'm ranting about something that shouldn't be important. I know that there will be other plays. I know that the year isn't over, but you did not see my parents' faces when I told them that I had been interviewed. You didn't feel how happy I was that I would be in the paper. I feel like I was robbed! Those strung me along, got my hopes up higher than Mt. Everest, and then sent them crashing right back down to earth, through the ground, out the other end in China, into space! This happens to me every time I think I'm going to get something good!

I had a job interview with Hannaford. They told me I was perfect, and that they needed someone with my schedule, and that my two years of stuffing newspapers (before getting blindsided with a layoff by that who called himself our boss) put me ahead of the other people with no experience. They said they would call to let me know either way. When they called, three days after they said they would, they left a message asking me to call back tomorrow because the person wouldn't be there. I didn't get the job.

Same thing happened at Market Basket, but I continued to put in an application because they ALWAYS hire people. ALWAYS! "I'm sorry, but we're not looking for anyone new at the moment. We'll let you know if something opens up." Two weeks later a FRESHMAN at my school gets hired, along with some EIGHTH GRADERS in my little brother's class. EIGHTH GRADERS, WITH NO JOB EXPERIENCE WHATSOEVER! I AM MORE QUALIFIED THAN HALF THE OTHER GETTING JOBS AT MORE THAN MINIMUM WAGE! I'D SETTLE FOR $5/HOUR FOR SAKES! This didn't bother me before, in fact, I just accepted it and continued job hunting. Well NO MORE! I AM SICK OF BEING DISCRIMINATED AGAINST! EVERY SINGLE PLACE I GO, EVERYWHERE I APPLY, EVERY TIME SOMETHING GOOD COULD POSSIBLY HAPPEN, SOMEONE DECIDES THAT I'M TOO FAT! I ASKED ONE PLACE WHY THEY DIDN'T HIRE ME, AND THEY TOLD ME FLAT OUT THAT THEY WANTED SOMEONE "BETTER LOOKING" TO ATTRACT CUSTOMERS! IT WAS A GROCERY STORE! PEOPLE NEED GROCERIES, AND THEY'RE GOING TO BUY THEM WHETHER YOU HAVE A TOOTHPICK, A TUB OF LARD, OR A CENTAUR SELLING THEM FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!

Well I'm done with it. Every time something good that I need comes along, I get passed over for the skinny, usually underqualified kid. Well I'm done. Maybe if I cool down and actually regret stating the truth, I'll apologize to the people this journal insults. Maybe. If you'll excuse me, I need to go cry, take a knife and stab a pillow, and then pray. And before you ask why I'm stabbing a pillow, it's to cool off. You can't completely ruin something by punching it, but you can by stabbing it. In my family, we have purposefully cheap pillows set aside for when we are extremely pissed. They usually only get used once a year, the rest of the time we just go and keep to ourselves and cool down.

I don't think I'll be feeling better any time soon, but feel free to try and cheer me up anyway. It might do me some good. CIAO!

And to anyone who reads this all the way through: thank you. I'll take your comment as meaning you are a truly kind person, a good friend, or both, and I'll reward you with a free story or sketch (the sketch might take some time though, so just be prepared for a wait). Thanks.