Yeah, another brilliant day

Another fairly quiet day and evening, visited people then reached that crisis point, what to do next? Several factors contributed to my decision to disappear. Proposed venue (kareoke bar) and stylish costume changes among them. Lord knows I don't intend to wind up hanging out with people better looking than me all the time, but it always happens. Probably because there are not many people who aren't & they have the same ambition as I do.
So here we get the "Oh but people think you're funny/clever/sop" commments as if that will ever garner as much respect as looks do. I'd rather remove myself from the situation than be ignored, maybe occasionally thrown a pity remark from bystanders. If you can't be fabulous, go home & that goes doubly for people who can't escape their thoughts for long enough to cheerful and funloving.
Fantastic, so I head off with a little therapeutic Laid Back & decide to check out the possibility of moving to the UK to work; there is that skilled worker visa you can apply for...Guess what, turns out that even to an organisation that knows nothing about me, I am an unskilled oaf. What exactly was the point in a qualification or two at university & busting a gut being nice to mongs to get a job? Take a pay cut to improve oneself then find that, sorry, you aren't going to be taught anything worthwhile after all, but we like your enthusiasm for learning. Attempt to clap your hands and miss as you repeat, yay, you're a really hard trier, thats really good (patronising raised note).
No prospects, no sign of a millionaire benefactor, no reason to get out of bed in the morning. This just caps it all off. I'll never be able to leave my low wage job while management can fuck off any time they like. Imagine, covering books for the rest of my life & never actually getting taught what I thought I was being hired to do. So much for being sure to be able to scrape together enough points to get the hell away from this shithole. No, I am destined to be one of those poor bastards who stays in the same small town all their lives while acquaintances jet off to foreign climes then return for lifestyle choices, like to raise their repulsive children.
Knowing my luck I'll end up being the cleaner, wiping sputum, pus and shit all around the marble surfaces, except I am not even qualified to do that. No doubt I would have to enrol in another damn Polytech training course. Imagine a room of people cleaning with prescribed products in the prescribed way, dropping like flies from OOS. Perhaps Europe and the States will have need of my 'Janitorial Magic' tm, and mysteriously put a check box for 50 points for it. Its the same old situation, the usual people are rewarded, given opportunities for being good looking and having type A personalities. Presumably the rest of us are the bulwark of strong dowdy reserved people from which such flaming acheivement is launched. The simple folk who keep the country ticking over, never do anything of note and breed husks of cars in the yard. How fortunate we can all enjoy things like regional rugby and live our lives vicariously. Perhaps religion will feature because there is nothing in existance that makes life worth living, so wheel out the imaginary.
Hang on... don't missionaries and ministers get relaxed entry regulations... Is this the beginning of a brilliant and Macchiavellian scheme?