Really I am ... trying.
Trying to be a "real" human being, I'm tired of being stuck in this house. It is toxic - will kill me - proven fact! Trying to keep myself positive despite the snarky comments that I daily get like "how are you ever going to work if you sleep all day and stay up all night?" Seriously? Like I've never been employed in my 29 years, like I've never lived on my own and fended for myself. Really people - everyone is real convienant at forgetting that I moved out at 17 and didn't live back at home until I was forced in at 25.
Got one interview down for this week and trying to set up another one next week ...
It is difficult NOT having a vehicle however, my sister doesn't care if I borrow her car when she is at work. Which works out because then I don't have to tangle with my mother. Who keeps questioning my job search capabilites. Is it full time? Will you have to travel? Why would you want to work in peoples homes, that is ridiculous. How are you going to pay for that? ra ra ra ...
Recognize I cannot get a really good paying job until I get my masters. I cannot get my masters until I pay down my student loans from the bachelors so then that way the government will give me money to go to school so we can start the cycle all over again. THAT is my "by the time you are 35" goal ... to be back in school for my masters. Maybe by then SOMEONE in this city will have gotten their shit together and there will be a comprehensive behavioralism degree because ... I really don't want to be a social worker. I don't care about peoples everyday problems, I'm not that nice.
Then there are the doctors ...
I have an appointment with my PCP today at 6:15 where I am going to have to petition for medical disability for a few more months so that I have coverage while I wait out this hiring process. (I have to renew all my clearences with the state - which I fucked when I moved to Ohio - before I can walk on the job and that takes at least a month for the state & federal govt to get their shit together even though there is NO record to speak of.) And I want help ... IF you people have NO IDEA what is wrong with me, you need to give me a formative plan for wellness AND I am educating myself against this IBS generic diagnosis.
And
TO make it all better ... bathroom demolition starts everyday at 8a.
The bathroom is across the hall from my bedroom ... *grrrrr*