Here we go again... I hate hunting for work, especially when I need something rather specific. I need a job that pays at least eleven and hour if I am to pay rent with out my parents help. You see, my parents want me to move out just to settle their minds that I can handle living on my own. Whatever, I don't care. They can think that I am pathetic and unable to survive all they want, but I have been surviving all this time without their help, emotionally. I know I can do it without their help financially.
I have applications all over town, for everything I can think of that is not retail. I cannot handle retail anymore. All that makes me want to do is destroy everything I see. I have no patience for all the stupid I have to deal with. The only thing I can do is smile and nod.What I really want to do is throw soup cans at them. I'd get fired and sued, but that might be worth it. "Yo!" *smacks fool in the head with a can* "Stupid should hurt, bonehead!"
Oh well, if my therapist could read this, do you think it would worry her or make her laugh?
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