Makes me feel better. ^_^
I had a jorb. It was cool. I took care of dogs. The dogs chomped and crapped on me the first day, but got used to me at the end of the same day. The next day they became TOO FRIENDLY. But I liked my job. I could see myself working there in a year, If I could stand the total of walkiing 4 miles everyday. Apparently my employers didn't.
I was let go, among what I consider to be bad gossip. I was mad, especially after the 4 days it took for my body to adjust to that jorb(and the 2 miles I had to walk to and from work). What did I do to dispel [some of] that anger? I punched a wall. I punched it hard. My hand bled pretty bad. My friends thought I got into a street fight(much to their dismay). Couldn't use it normally for a week.
I'm unemployed now. Had to use all my reserve funds just to pay the rent. In NJ, rent sucks ass. You don't want to be the one paying rent in NJ. You can hear your wallet and bank account cry every month. Their cries... they haunt me.
With my last $16, I had to buy as much food as possible. One week's worth of lettuce and chili sauce. The lettuce was filler, the chili sauce was for flavor, as lettuce is bitter on its own. It's usual for me to eat nothing for days on end, I don't mind it too much.
I have to look for a jorb everyday. I can't stop. I come home everyday sore, disappointed and worrisome. The echoes of "Sorry, we're not looking for help now." bother me every night. Many places have aliens in them. They don't speak english. Makes communicating my need for employment that much harder. I have to travel out of town now to look, which is about 3 extra miles, added onto the 1 mile to get out of this craphole. Still, no hope. I've even made a game out being turned down. So far, Me=30, world=0. I'm awesome.
Some may wonder if I ever pondered suicide. It's an option. Too bad I'm too lazy to kill myself. That requires meticulous planning and screw it if I'm not getting paid for it.
It sucks not being able to drive. There are great opportunities, just out of my reach. God taunts me with daily cash compensation jobs and immediate hire. I have people who tell me it's easy to get a jorb. I tell them to go to hell.
I passed a homeless guy. He asked me for money. I told him to find his own computer+internet+message board to post his life-crisis rants on. Bastard.
I had a jorb. It was cool. I took care of dogs. The dogs chomped and crapped on me the first day, but got used to me at the end of the same day. The next day they became TOO FRIENDLY. But I liked my job. I could see myself working there in a year, If I could stand the total of walkiing 4 miles everyday. Apparently my employers didn't.
I was let go, among what I consider to be bad gossip. I was mad, especially after the 4 days it took for my body to adjust to that jorb(and the 2 miles I had to walk to and from work). What did I do to dispel [some of] that anger? I punched a wall. I punched it hard. My hand bled pretty bad. My friends thought I got into a street fight(much to their dismay). Couldn't use it normally for a week.
I'm unemployed now. Had to use all my reserve funds just to pay the rent. In NJ, rent sucks ass. You don't want to be the one paying rent in NJ. You can hear your wallet and bank account cry every month. Their cries... they haunt me.
With my last $16, I had to buy as much food as possible. One week's worth of lettuce and chili sauce. The lettuce was filler, the chili sauce was for flavor, as lettuce is bitter on its own. It's usual for me to eat nothing for days on end, I don't mind it too much.
I have to look for a jorb everyday. I can't stop. I come home everyday sore, disappointed and worrisome. The echoes of "Sorry, we're not looking for help now." bother me every night. Many places have aliens in them. They don't speak english. Makes communicating my need for employment that much harder. I have to travel out of town now to look, which is about 3 extra miles, added onto the 1 mile to get out of this craphole. Still, no hope. I've even made a game out being turned down. So far, Me=30, world=0. I'm awesome.
Some may wonder if I ever pondered suicide. It's an option. Too bad I'm too lazy to kill myself. That requires meticulous planning and screw it if I'm not getting paid for it.
It sucks not being able to drive. There are great opportunities, just out of my reach. God taunts me with daily cash compensation jobs and immediate hire. I have people who tell me it's easy to get a jorb. I tell them to go to hell.
I passed a homeless guy. He asked me for money. I told him to find his own computer+internet+message board to post his life-crisis rants on. Bastard.
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