Every time in the last twenty years that I have tried getting a job,\u00a0 the traffic showed up and I would say, “Look there is the traffic.”\u00a0 Then I wound up on meds or in the hospital.\u00a0 I wish the traffic would decide what would bring it happiness besides hating me.\u00a0 I get the job and it\u00a0 whispers just leave and calls me names.\u00a0 I don’t have a job and I am called names for being unemployed.\u00a0 I keep mentioning the Walmart but I suddenly realize none of you were there.\u00a0 I went and did my best only to be abused the whole time.\u00a0 I would have been more than happy to continue trying to work through the abuse but people were yelling in my windows when I got home.\u00a0 All sorts of freaky stuff but I was even willing to ignore that until someone hit on the magic button and said they were going to cease the house from my family (I use the term quite loosely).\u00a0 When something of that value is on the line, you have to take threat seriously so I left with no idea where to go. I was pretty frazzled at this point so I went to my mothers house where she continued her twenty year lie.\u00a0 They wouldn’t let me sleep and kept yelling in windows.\u00a0 Eventually I really did lose my mind and then I was in the hospital.\u00a0 Some of the things they were yelling were suicide based.\u00a0 Then the traffic struck in the hospital where they had a clear shot and I decided that they were determined to be my enemies.<\/p>\n
The only reason I tell you this is that after several jobs and twenty years, I have no choice but to expect this to occur at any attempt at a job.\u00a0 The Walmart job had ramifications for the people who worked there.\u00a0 They hissed things and did what they could to get rid of me.\u00a0 Its been a no win situation for twenty years.\u00a0 The only person who doesn’t seem to blame me for it, is my mother who happily and smugly walks around whispering about how she is the one responsible for this and how great she was to do it.<\/p>\n
You should do whatever makes you happy I guess.\u00a0 It is just weird that so many derive happiness from being mad at me.\u00a0 I don’t want to be one of those “Go F yourself guys.”\u00a0 Something about the whole, “I am going to show this a hole how wrong he is by walking up to him and showing him what a real a hole is.” just doesn’t appeal to me.<\/p>\n
I hate myself when I have the urge to respond to people with the words, “F you very much.”\u00a0 The urge is there sometimes but I fight it because it just adds to the crappy meter.\u00a0 I don’t want to be that guy.\u00a0 Not that I want to be the guy on the dole either which is what I am.\u00a0 I certainly don’t want to be the abused for twenty years guy and then blamed for the twenty years of abuse but sometimes you don’t get choices.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Every time in the last twenty years that I have tried getting a job,\u00a0 the traffic showed up and I would say, “Look there is the traffic.”\u00a0 Then I wound up on meds or in the hospital.\u00a0 I wish the traffic would decide what would bring it happiness besides hating me.\u00a0 I get the job … <\/p>\n