#from inside my chest cavity isnt gonna be an adorable squeak

[crazysodomite]

its a tough job market out there for a regular furry like me.

i dont fly, dont shapeshift, have no special powers, and im not functionally immortal. worst of all: i dont even have a degree.

when a goo creature gets hit by an industrial hammer it springs back to shape immediately and we all laugh and go about our day. when that happens to me... let's just say i feel bad for whoever is going to be scraping what's left of me off the floor.

can't even land a sanitation job. give a pooltoy a bottle of dish soap and a whole warehouse is going to be squeaky clean in 30 minutes while i'm fumbling around with a broom. can't fault them for it though. they love it.

everyone at the unemployment office audibly groans when i show up. but what do you really want me to do? im just a fucking goat