Karate chop deep sting

The Karate Man called me the other morning. Told me he'd love me to be a black belt karate master. Then after aimless chatting he sees that I'm a hopeless hippy that he's not willing to hire. Now I'm trying to get into something wa-wa-waaay more exciting. Waitressing. I have trial tomorrow and if I drop plates on Mr Jones from the city law firm, I'm blaming The Karate Man and he can pay for the shrink to bring my self esteem up from metal bottom. Not rock; Metal. 
I need to go on the dole.