America, Fuck No
I need to find a job. Not only do I need to find it, I need to convince them to hire me and pay me more than six bucks an hour. It may or may not happen. This town has one of if not the biggest state university as well as the biggest high school in the state. There are plenty of people to underpay, and about the only way to ensure that you aren't underpaid is by being over 35 years old. Which I am not.
So finding a place that will dish out seven and a half like I was making isn't going to happen. Especially not sitting here at my computer. Call me crazy, but after getting up at five in the morning to deal with noisy, ungrateful bastards for a month, I'm going to enjoy at least a week of doing nothing. By the end of the week I imagine I'll be so bored I won't be able to resist turning in some applications.
There's always my two uncles who've offered to hire me to work at Red Construction and/or Red Enterprises, where Red would be the family name. Good pay either way, but it'd feel wrong being stuck in that town again. My grandmother would throw a fit if I didn't go live with her, which I wouldn't because she has enough to worry about as her husband dies in front of her eyes. That means I'd literally be living in a hollowed out space above an indoor tennis court, and a building made of metal isn't my idea of healthy living in summer or winter.
But I'd have an indoor tennis court, heh. As far as money goes, I "got Jewed," as Chaos would say, as to which family member I was born to. Both the males did exceptionally well to the point of having airplanes, motorized gliders, scuba crap, a dozen antique cars, the works. I guess there's a little envy, but mostly it's the fact that I actually love those guys and know their kids don't give a shit what happens to them because they've never had to work for anything, and their parents to them are just free university and a new car at sixteen.
Why find a job with school starting in a different country in a month? Because that school will be starting without me. Due to the fact that Missouri is a bunch of uneducated hillbillies who don't give a shit about education, my judge refuses to even look at my case for consideration of early release until September, because he doesn't mess with that stuff until it's been three years. Maybe if he'd bothered to go to school like I'm trying to, he'd realize that it was three years as of July, and that 38/12 has a remainder of two.
In reality, he's just being a fucktard because he can be. He thinks he's doing something good by forcing me to be in school...waiting til September when there's a full time work/student ultimatum forcing me to remain a student, so he's assuming. In reality it's preventing me from being a student and wasting six months of my life, probably holding two shitty part-time jobs in which I learn no real life experience or applicable skills. All he's doing is ensuring that some other shitty cop gets the position I would've gotten had I been able to apply to that district six months prior.
God, I hate America more every day. I know a lot of decent people who would die in a heartbeat to save it, but that's probably just because they're blind or lazy. This is a disgusting, savage, abusive empire. It will be dealt with as such in good time. The God in which they claim to trust is given many names; one from the book of Exodus is "longsuffering." This name should be bestowed upon this morbid land for all the days of its twisted reign.
I'm sure from the flow of the topics it'd be easy to assume I'm just spiteful because I've gotten screwed over, but I can assure you this isn't the case. You talk to the random strangers who you can tell are holding up the ladder rather than sitting on the top...you find out a lot of things, hear a lot of horror stories. It gets to you after a while, and when it's pulling all the worlds around you down, it's only a matter of time before it takes a hold on yours.
Sometimes I push people so much to do something that I know would be useful or good that they end up not doing it, just because they break under the pressure and run away from it. Sometimes they'll do it for a little bit just to get you off their backs, but ultimately don't follow through.
I'm always glad, no matter what else is going on, to see that it hasn't been that way with all the people whose throats I've shoved writing down. A lot of people set out to change the world, and most all of them fail. It's nice to know that I just set out to help a few people have a little peace and ended up changing several worlds. I learned quite a painful lesson several years ago...that some people would do what you'd have had them or taught them to do anyway if you'd never come along, just later on. But by being at the right place at the right time, you can speed up the process exponentially and help them get where they're going that much faster. The downside is that much of the time, this will render you obsolete in that person's life.
And that's why there are alcohol, depression, and videogames.
So finding a place that will dish out seven and a half like I was making isn't going to happen. Especially not sitting here at my computer. Call me crazy, but after getting up at five in the morning to deal with noisy, ungrateful bastards for a month, I'm going to enjoy at least a week of doing nothing. By the end of the week I imagine I'll be so bored I won't be able to resist turning in some applications.
There's always my two uncles who've offered to hire me to work at Red Construction and/or Red Enterprises, where Red would be the family name. Good pay either way, but it'd feel wrong being stuck in that town again. My grandmother would throw a fit if I didn't go live with her, which I wouldn't because she has enough to worry about as her husband dies in front of her eyes. That means I'd literally be living in a hollowed out space above an indoor tennis court, and a building made of metal isn't my idea of healthy living in summer or winter.
But I'd have an indoor tennis court, heh. As far as money goes, I "got Jewed," as Chaos would say, as to which family member I was born to. Both the males did exceptionally well to the point of having airplanes, motorized gliders, scuba crap, a dozen antique cars, the works. I guess there's a little envy, but mostly it's the fact that I actually love those guys and know their kids don't give a shit what happens to them because they've never had to work for anything, and their parents to them are just free university and a new car at sixteen.
Why find a job with school starting in a different country in a month? Because that school will be starting without me. Due to the fact that Missouri is a bunch of uneducated hillbillies who don't give a shit about education, my judge refuses to even look at my case for consideration of early release until September, because he doesn't mess with that stuff until it's been three years. Maybe if he'd bothered to go to school like I'm trying to, he'd realize that it was three years as of July, and that 38/12 has a remainder of two.
In reality, he's just being a fucktard because he can be. He thinks he's doing something good by forcing me to be in school...waiting til September when there's a full time work/student ultimatum forcing me to remain a student, so he's assuming. In reality it's preventing me from being a student and wasting six months of my life, probably holding two shitty part-time jobs in which I learn no real life experience or applicable skills. All he's doing is ensuring that some other shitty cop gets the position I would've gotten had I been able to apply to that district six months prior.
God, I hate America more every day. I know a lot of decent people who would die in a heartbeat to save it, but that's probably just because they're blind or lazy. This is a disgusting, savage, abusive empire. It will be dealt with as such in good time. The God in which they claim to trust is given many names; one from the book of Exodus is "longsuffering." This name should be bestowed upon this morbid land for all the days of its twisted reign.
I'm sure from the flow of the topics it'd be easy to assume I'm just spiteful because I've gotten screwed over, but I can assure you this isn't the case. You talk to the random strangers who you can tell are holding up the ladder rather than sitting on the top...you find out a lot of things, hear a lot of horror stories. It gets to you after a while, and when it's pulling all the worlds around you down, it's only a matter of time before it takes a hold on yours.
Sometimes I push people so much to do something that I know would be useful or good that they end up not doing it, just because they break under the pressure and run away from it. Sometimes they'll do it for a little bit just to get you off their backs, but ultimately don't follow through.
I'm always glad, no matter what else is going on, to see that it hasn't been that way with all the people whose throats I've shoved writing down. A lot of people set out to change the world, and most all of them fail. It's nice to know that I just set out to help a few people have a little peace and ended up changing several worlds. I learned quite a painful lesson several years ago...that some people would do what you'd have had them or taught them to do anyway if you'd never come along, just later on. But by being at the right place at the right time, you can speed up the process exponentially and help them get where they're going that much faster. The downside is that much of the time, this will render you obsolete in that person's life.
And that's why there are alcohol, depression, and videogames.
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