Drive away.
As I write my "to do" list for the day on the back cardboard of a pad of paper, (I have a notebook, but it is underneath all of my Ebay items) my mind is becoming pretty clear. I had an interview this morning where the lady basically treated me like a child. I'm thinking to myself, after almost 4 weeks of this bullshit I just want to drive away with an unlimited supply of gas and never come back. I don't want to kill myself, I still want to live. But I'm single and free. What is really stopping me? Aside from bills and family and friends and that one thing. Oh, money.
I do feel like a child because I cannot type over 45 words per minute. I just can't do it. When I finished the typing test and met with the career agent she gave me a fake smile and said with her tacky New York accent, "well sweetie, there's always part-time". At that point, not only did I imagine her chewing gum and blowing smoke in my face but I wanted to take my resume, crumple it up, and throw it in her face. I suppose it isn't her fault, though. I wanted to ask her how she got her job, but I didn't. I just walked. Walked away.
Driving away would be so easy. When the going gets tough, though, as I have said before, stay put. Running does not solve anything, and even if I run, I am still running with myself.
7-11 coffee has refills for $0.99 all day. Ah, the perks of being at home all day and all night all week. Maybe that is all I will have today? I don't have much of an appetite but I need to stay energized so maybe that is just the way to do it. When I get my job though, maybe I should invest in a coffee maker? Yes, I think so.
Oh yeah and tonight is the night of the kitchen crevice cleaning. I'll let you know how it turns out as soon as I am dunzo. It will sparkle, dammit.
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