Saga of the Soiled Sock

In case you missed the previous posts (or ignored them because they contained no images of pokemon hentai) and are wondering why why why Alex seems bored and is posting a remarkable amount these days, it is because he is graduated and unemployed. He can now safely put "BSc. Computational Science (Specializing in Physics)" under his name and feel proud that he is the one of a tiny elite who have graduated from his university with this accolade - so elite, in fact, that the major is now no longer being offered. Ostensibly this is because graduates of this sort have traditionally been unemployable (as Alex is right now) and tend to be end up employed in the insurance line or as Campus Administration Executives handling... other graduates of this sort.

Alex received his notice of graduation a couple of days back:

Instead of feeling complete and happy now that he has followed his government's injunctions and attained his higher-education qualifications, Alex is instead engulfed by feelings of incompleteness at his inability to find employment and unhappiness at his his diminishing finances.

(Warning: This is no doubt a theme that will carry on into the following weeks until said employment is found.)

Because of aforementioned stresses and the unanswered resumes he has sent out, Alex has become remarkably moody. The discovery of a single sock that had fungus growing on it from being left wet in the laundry basket too long and thus had attained the appearance of a sock with leprosy inspired him to spend an afternoon trying to scrub the stains out, screaming things like "Out! Out, damned spot!" (Alex also has a lot of time these days for reading) and blubbering because he can't even get the washing right.

The soiled sock now sits in a corner of the room drowned in bleach, because Alex cannot bear to throw it out. He hopes that with sufficient bleach, washing detergent and scrubbing, he can get rid of the green stuff on it that smells like the insides of a pair of shoes that have been used by sweaty soccer players after shooting a porn flick in a sauna. He also hopes he will get a call from the HR departments of several companies soon, though if he were pressed to make a bet on the odds of either event happening he'd place his money on the sock.

Even a soiled sock deserves a chance to be employed.