My name is Quixote.....

The more I'm in the ratrace and the more interviews I go on, the more I feel like the great Don Quixote charging at a windmill.  Today's experience was akin to Dallas in 63.  I was hopeful and optimistic and then the limo made the turn and suddenly I was jerked back and to the left.  It's rather painful, watching your very hope of bettering yourself turn to dust.  It was akin to being on the Titanic when it sunk to the bottom.  If only Kate Winslet was there to throwme to my death in the icy cold water below.  Today's experience was akin to the Cubs playoff run in 07 and 08.  I came in with the hope of changing my fortune and then before I knew it, I was sent home to ponder what might have been.  These are the ramblings of a man who station in life has been marked with a condemned sign.  I can hear my old man now, cackling from his spot in the very bowels of hell at the plight of his wayward offsprings penchant for failure on the grandest of levels.  I am Forrest Gump.  Except, I hate people and I'd probably throw the chocolates in someone's face.  Either that or I'd find a rare box of chocolates and I'd probably drop them into oncoming traffic ala Jack Tripper.  Yes ladies and germs, these are the words of a man who wishes that he could travel back in time and divert his mother to the nearest planned parenthood facility.  Now if you'll excuse me,  I'm going to eat pizza and send out some resumes into that abyss known as the internet.