Bitterly Job-hunting

The sunshine of the autumn seemed to try out my hope and passion in the recruitment fair. The not skilfully worn make-up on the female students' faces are gone, and it make them ugly.

I don't know exactly the need and the supply of the labor market, but I do know the opportunity is low, the competition is high.

It's wrong to have hop on the Olympic, but I'm still voicing out, "What a fucking post-Olympic economy". I can't blame on financial crises, but I'm hating the consumers, the debtors, in the developed countries.