Don’tcha know, I’m talking about a revolution! Sounds like a whisper. Poor people gonna rise up and take their share/take what’s theirs. (t.c.)
Meanwhile, Reasons to change professions: No one would hire me if I actually tell them what I said The job is too hard I’m not healthy doing this job (teaching) I hate America Barely making ends meet anyway
so then what!? I was in control for over a year, at least, of mostly good behavior not swearing or being rude to anyone. I did so much better with … what… surviving my teammates. Teammates. I tried. Over a year ago, I truly believed I could avoid this by trying harder. In the spring, something inside me changes. I turn unpredictable, I’m depressed, I’m nasty. I lose patience. I hate men. I hate working. I hate driving. I hate my boss. I hate my teammates. And apparently I hate my kids. DO all adults lose it with kids sometimes? Maybe so. But there are levels to what they say and do. And kids can remember it forever. I remember my parents getting mad at me. My parents were mad a lot, it seems Maybe all parents are. I’ve not been able to control my anger in the workplace in spring. Spring I’m like, fuck you. and fuck trump and every stupid patriarchal hierarchy fuck school and shit i stop giving afå but that lands me here. I’ve tried a lot of women’s work jobs. I hate them all. Receptionist wasn’t too bad, but I was rude there, too. Although, maybe all receptionists are secretly rude and hang up on people on a bad day? I had a really bad day, from the inside out, and from the outside in. The school is terrible. I’m glad to escape. Dreary depressing sick making place. Laurie says I should work from home, and she’s pretty smart. Maybe that’s it. Maybe even leaving to go places is exhausting. And gas… 5/gallon. My car: 2-3 years left on it, if I don’t bang it up more. No prospects look great.