I’ve been so pissed off lately, I find myself getting mad again and again. but I’m really not that kind of person so it feels foreign for me to be so angry all the time.
It’s just if shit in my life would stop going to shit. then fxck maybe I wouldn’t be so mad huh?
I wish i could just freaking help people, find a meaningful reason to wake up in the morning, instead i make people spend money.
& my computer, my brothers are slowly breaking the shit out of it. I’ve had this computer for so long & kept it in really good condition. People who are better at computers than I am even comment on how good of shape it is for a cheap computer that is so old. & now just letting my brothers use it is fucking it up. THUS my anger. I want to be the nice sister who lets her little brothers use her shit but not if they’re just gonna take advantage of it. I’m getting mad just venting about it ugh.
I’m also mad that I have to live here. I finally get an interview in Sacramento, at a job that is completely perfect for me & it all went to shit. FUCK GREYHOUND. I got the call for the interview and even though I asked the guy for a phone interview he acts all weird and wants me to come in, so I say I will. I ask for noon the next day, he says okay. He calls me back and wants to change it to 10 bc 12 is impossible, well I guess since i had no choice. I had work til 7pm & I had to go home and pack and everything, I was able to make the 9pm bus out to sac with 2 transfers. Everything went as planned til my transfer in oakland. It was set to leave at 645, my but didn’t get there until 7:05 & soo many people on my bus were supposed to be on that 645 one. They really could of waited, and they should of because their next bus to sac was at 1045, hella hours later. So i haul my ass to the amtrak in oakland instead which was leaving at 645, but then those beezies announced that the train that was there at 645 was going somewhere else, when I asked they said “oh yea, it’s going to sac” & as i try to run to it, doors close & it’s gone. the next train would make me 1 hour late. The guy ends up calling me to change the location of our meeting & I tell him everything that happened. He says he can reschedule me but he needs to call me back. He never did and he never answered my phone calls. RUDE. I spend so much money just to get there & he knew I was coming from that far, an interview was the least they could do for me.
I GUARANTEE that if I had had that interview they would of hired me on the spot. I was perfect for it & I’m the fucking Yoda of interviews okayyyy. ugh.
& there’s a soreness in my throat that won’t go away, but I’m not sick. ughhh.
all i want is a meaningful job, a tiny studio and my bills debts paid off. is that really so much to ask?
