Ugh, sometimes life sucks so much that I don’t want to post. The person from the company didn’t call. Earlier in the week, I was nonchalant, but after reading the description, I started to get excited. But do I have enough cognitive ability to work 10 hours a week and/or do the job? I wish I hadn’t gotten excited. 

BURNOUT major. Not going to Walmart tomorrow. where is the help? Why am I stuck? Why isn’t Becky stuck? 

Burned SSA.Gov on their feedback form. Twitter is next. 

fuck them all.

Blood is on their hands. 

Renee is glad I’m gone. Becky rolls her eyes at me. Mark doesn’t know I exist.

Lauren, you piece of shit. You expect something that costs $1.95 to be “executive.” People like you make me like me. Thank you. My value would never allow me to trash a small business. Well, never say never (racism? sexuality, any kind of discrimination?) For the most part, I root for the underdog. I help people who don’t have a lot. Why help people who can get help ANYWHERE? What is the point of that? Cindy can get help in San Francisco. I’m not here to serve her. I want to help people that NEED help. But you do you. Helping rich people makes you rich.

Lauren is sooooo smart!!!

Be back this weekend with a longer post. Maybe. If my brain isn’t gone. Or in the middle of next week.