Tuesday, March 8, 2016

Slave Wage and Choices

I've seen this happen many times. People think they're too good for a position, or it's unfair they have to work longer hours due to having two jobs. They aren't the only ones. I have relatives who make over 100,000 a year, and they work way more than 40 hours a week.

It is what it is.

I know some of the stressors. My employers often took advantage of me, and one even cut my hours when I refused to be his girlfriend.

I've been through the mill in regards to work.

However, I've learned things don't have to be that way.

There are plenty of programs for the homeless, as well as for those who are down on their luck.

They will train you, help you.

You wouldn't have to worry about student loans because you'd get Pell Grants and other help.

http://www.vox.com/2016/3/8/11173304/homeless-in-america

Personally, I've decided to chill through my life. My ultimate dream is working as a janitor at the library or to work at Barnes and Noble.



Sunday, March 6, 2016

Not Really

I couldn't think for a long time. I kind of worked off feeding lines rather than reality.

Anyway, in my HS, there was something for everyone. The gifted could take honors classes as well as AP classes. The slow could take remedial classes of the same subjects as the honors classes, just watered down.

Not only was there that, but people could go into a trade at 16 and spend half of the day at OTC (technical community college). Also, the kids who were good at science and math got to go to a boarding school and complete two years of college.

I went into a work program my senior year and went to OTC.

I've seen on my videos that I've forgotten this. Yes, I'm missing huge amounts of my past-simply erased. I guess I'm like them all and on a secret mission. Why must I be a cliché?


In other news, I got to be in a movie. I got to be in a movie as well as a few songs. :P Ready for my close up, joking.

https://www.rt.com/op-edge/334733-education-mediocrity-rugby-feelings-compassion/

Wednesday, March 2, 2016

Waking the Dead

As a ghost/dog/dragon/kitten/rose, I will tell you the privilege I've had with the lobotomy. Sometimes, I whine too much, I'll admit. Why me? Tis my creed.

I have these grandiose delusions that I used to be super smart, which isn't the case. Also, I've always struggled with spelling due to the fact I was taught to read by sight.

Oh well.

Back to the lobotomy...

Without it, I'd probably be dead, and it might have worked if they could have restrained me or taken me to a hospital when I was really bad off. Instead, they chased me around and punished me. They sent the "fallen" after me along with other toys. I lived next to Langley, and they were all fired up from Putin's attention. I suppose he wants to destroy my life, too. Too late. Someone beat you to it, Vladi.

That's the disclaimer.

Now, I have a problem where I am not able to hold a steady opinion. My memory is shot. I will tell you the sky is purple when it is blue the next day. I'm not lying, not on purpose. It's just the way my brain works at the moment. I'm also aware that I have to look up words like "loom." Remember what Madonna says, "Words.. they've gone out, lost their meaning. I don't function anymore." Okay, that was deadly for the only thing I like doing: writing. I have some luck.

Just have to work harder.

And I also wonder if it was her place to "save" me? Her little goons left me after that. Nobody would say anything about the 8.5 month long headache either.

Thanks for caring... That's what you said. Get out of my section of Hell and fuck each other on your yachts and planes.

Full of shitness, right? Putin can sell a few watches and give me the house plus the five million (both after taxes).



They're destroying the fun and glory of Hell.