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I'm about
To be very pissed off.

Yeah. I know I will be.

Long story short, I will be enduring 4 weeks of bullshit in order to get a little help finding a job. 2 weeks of intensely boring, MORNING job workshops. 2 weeks of attempting to find a job myself. Yeah; then they'll help me.

I've done this program 2-3 times now. This workshop crap wasn't manditory last time. I plan to muscle my way through it, pre-emptively hand in crap. Maybe I'll get lucky and I'll land a job out of sheer annoyance and spite the whole process.

Actually, I find this sort of insulting. I'm mentally ill, not inept. I've had 2 jobs already. I think I know a little about writing a resume by now, you know? They've only been plugging it since I was in grade 10.

Well. It's more than that. I skipped Worksearch's bullshit for the same reason. I know how to do all the little things. Actually, I suppose what I wanted from the local disabled-folks program was a little brainstorming, maybe a little nudge in to somewhere quiet.

I don't think I'm being an asshole when I get a little peevish about putting up with mandatory crap. I most definitely prefer the 1-on-1 basis stuff. Morning classes, feh. If I wanted that crap, I'd get up the cojones to go to college.

Maybe I should see about college?

Meh. I need money. Education and I can wait a little longer.

Yeah; I'm broke as shit. My birthday is on the 13th. I don't get paid again until the 24th. Beh. Gotta pace this better, yo.

Yup. Gunna be 22. Everyone around me jabbers about how old they feel. I feel.. youngish, still. I like to think I'll have my life in order, someday. College? Sure. Publish a book? Hell, sure.

Sure...

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