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thejunipertreeTomorrow, I am destined for yet another round of "Let's sit at the unemployment office and hear a bunch of shit I already know about how to find a job!"
Phooey.
I am completely and totally uninterested in this dreck. For one thing, I lost all respect for whoever is running this monkey show when I was told "check the obituary ads in your local newspaper for job leads".
Not only that, but the majority of the people I'm surrounded by in that room are pudding skin on the face of this earth. Except maybe for the former Marine sniper guy. He's kind of cool.
I just don't want to deal with it. I hate driving to that part of Jersey (it's in Camden) and not because it's a nasty neighbour. What I dislike is pulling out of the parking lot. It's on a main stretch of road, which is quite busy. And to my left, it's almost a blind turn. There's usually a fucktonne of people standing at the bus stop right there and I can't see the fuck past them to notice whether there's any cars coming or not. From my right, it's an almost steady stream of traffic.
Now, I'm not a chickenhearted driver. With my driving, I've made some of my most stoic friends flail for the door handle in an effort to give themselves some security. I drive fast and sharp, this is something I enjoy. Sometimes, I even like to play with my passengers by waiting a godawful amount of time to let a car pass before I make the turn. It pleases me to do so. But, there are just some situations which are no-win.
Like pulling out of this fucking parking lot.
I can't pull out if there's no goddamn space for me to do so. I once smoked an entire cigarette, waiting for my chance to get onto that godforsaken road.
Driving nastiness and knuckle draggers aside, I also have to go in the middle of the day. Two o'clock, I believe. Despite the fact that I hate getting up early in the morning on the best of occasions, I would still rather that this appointment be in the morning. At least then I can still have a decent day left ahead of me. I'm not going to have the time to do any of my more normal Monday activities, which include tending to all the rat cages and cleaning my apartment. No, because I have to go to this cocksmithing orientation for two hours and then leave my apartment at four thirty to pick up my mother from work by five.
Hopefully, they won't be springing anymore surprise appointments on us. I was under the impression that we were only supposed to have three. Monday's appointment makes four.
* That's sarcasm, yo.
Phooey.
I am completely and totally uninterested in this dreck. For one thing, I lost all respect for whoever is running this monkey show when I was told "check the obituary ads in your local newspaper for job leads".
Not only that, but the majority of the people I'm surrounded by in that room are pudding skin on the face of this earth. Except maybe for the former Marine sniper guy. He's kind of cool.
I just don't want to deal with it. I hate driving to that part of Jersey (it's in Camden) and not because it's a nasty neighbour. What I dislike is pulling out of the parking lot. It's on a main stretch of road, which is quite busy. And to my left, it's almost a blind turn. There's usually a fucktonne of people standing at the bus stop right there and I can't see the fuck past them to notice whether there's any cars coming or not. From my right, it's an almost steady stream of traffic.
Now, I'm not a chickenhearted driver. With my driving, I've made some of my most stoic friends flail for the door handle in an effort to give themselves some security. I drive fast and sharp, this is something I enjoy. Sometimes, I even like to play with my passengers by waiting a godawful amount of time to let a car pass before I make the turn. It pleases me to do so. But, there are just some situations which are no-win.
Like pulling out of this fucking parking lot.
I can't pull out if there's no goddamn space for me to do so. I once smoked an entire cigarette, waiting for my chance to get onto that godforsaken road.
Driving nastiness and knuckle draggers aside, I also have to go in the middle of the day. Two o'clock, I believe. Despite the fact that I hate getting up early in the morning on the best of occasions, I would still rather that this appointment be in the morning. At least then I can still have a decent day left ahead of me. I'm not going to have the time to do any of my more normal Monday activities, which include tending to all the rat cages and cleaning my apartment. No, because I have to go to this cocksmithing orientation for two hours and then leave my apartment at four thirty to pick up my mother from work by five.
Hopefully, they won't be springing anymore surprise appointments on us. I was under the impression that we were only supposed to have three. Monday's appointment makes four.
* That's sarcasm, yo.