I have enough room to pace in a circle while listening to music and emotionally spiral over my past failures, perpetual inadequacy, etcetera. Also I sometimes need to sleep so I lay down at times. Also it isn’t seven days a week, I need to go out to the desert and deliver vegetables and other produce every Friday.
I’m being completely serious, though theres a good bit of self awareness mixed in. I wish I could get a job that was more than one day a week, but alas unless you want to work front end retail getting any other job is like pulling teeth. Online applications were a mistake for numerous reasons least of all it forces folks like myself more or less out of the job market because I fundementally can’t deal with their stupid song and dance, just give me a job if ya don’t like me fire me.
Or are you referring to my pacing? If so I feel it’s needed context that I more or less have the second floor to myself since my grandmother’s knees can’t handle it. Helps that I’m her only descendant on speaking terms with her, also she raised me.
I have enough room to pace in a circle while listening to music and emotionally spiral over my past failures, perpetual inadequacy, etcetera. Also I sometimes need to sleep so I lay down at times. Also it isn’t seven days a week, I need to go out to the desert and deliver vegetables and other produce every Friday.
I feel like I am being trolled, but if this is actually true, it sounds interesting
I’m being completely serious, though theres a good bit of self awareness mixed in. I wish I could get a job that was more than one day a week, but alas unless you want to work front end retail getting any other job is like pulling teeth. Online applications were a mistake for numerous reasons least of all it forces folks like myself more or less out of the job market because I fundementally can’t deal with their stupid song and dance, just give me a job if ya don’t like me fire me.
Or are you referring to my pacing? If so I feel it’s needed context that I more or less have the second floor to myself since my grandmother’s knees can’t handle it. Helps that I’m her only descendant on speaking terms with her, also she raised me.
Now that would be fucking awesome. love driving
It’s great, now if only the out of staters knew how to drive in hazardous wind conditions.
That sounds mostly okay!