Pass the Sour grapes along with the cheese, will you?

I just finished doing my taxes, and made a discovery; when you put the words "The IRS" together, you get "theirs", and that's the basic truth of it.

I find myself wondering a lot lately, like will I ever get a decent paying job or even find full time work. I swear, the 40 hour work week seems a thing of the past , except for 'seasonal', and that's for a short burst. I watch my bills becoming a tidal wave, just waiting its chance to pull me under. I don't think it's very fair that proposed jobs react as if I admitted to being a junkie, when they find out I have no car. Around and round goes the wheel of self-doubt and reproach. Obviously, I need a car to make money...but I need money to get a car. It's a vicious cycle.
Meanwhile, I just learned that the self-labeled "alcholic, pot-head" with less education than me, who works for the same company at a different location, just got a promotion ... Ok, Life you just aren't playing fair. What on earth does a body have to do? Here I am hiking 3 miles in snow up to my knees for a pitance and slender hours - and I don't deserve a raise? Or at least enough hours to survive on? C'mon! It's insain! What kind of excuse is "Well they just increased minimum wage?"
Yeah, yeah, I know- I'm whining. But at least with the complaining, I'm not wading in that ol' pity pool. Pass the sour grapes along with the cheese, will you?
I just feel as if I stepped into a crowded elevator and SCREAMED at the top of my lungs, if I was very fortunate, someone may turn around and say, "excuse me? Did you say something?"