a formal introduction

The first line is always the hardest, so it will be omitted. There. Done. My name is Roman Kelley. I am the stereotypical unemployed college student living off a meager savings and sheepishly living under my parents roof once again. For the past four years, on and off. Mostly on. With my last final of this semester looming at 6 today and the gut wrenching process of visiting a few more establishments that will instantly place the application that I fill out in the shredder, optimism is nil. I have the scarlet letter, in the form of being fired form my last two jobs. I'll confess that adhd makes my verbal filter almost nonexistent, and that hard work will only result in lateral moves with more responsibility if you can't keep a forked tongue in check. I'm a far cry from the good Catholic boy I was raised to be. Most good Catholic boys have a network they can call upon to lift themselves out of poverty. And that is ultimately what leads to finding work in this day and age. After filling out innumerable online applications, it becomes glaringly obvious that no human eyes will ever see your name. I am also curious to the moral compass that a potential employee is to possess. Isn't capitalism all about the bottom line by any means necessary? On that note, it is time to part ways. Unlike all of my past projects, I feel like this ball can keep rolling.