I hate this. The sheer weight of it all gets unbearable, I get whiny and dramatic and need other people to pick me back up, and even once I'm better and ready to go on, it's never done. I know it'll happen again and again and again. It'll never stop. This is my life.

http://deepaiyer.me/2015/04/01/outraged-about-purvi-patel-case-things-to-do-now/

Man, I remember this old thing.

I've applied for a bank account of my own. This is big. Though before I can actually have one, since none of the utilities are in my name, I need a notarized letter from my mom that I actually live here.

I now exist on Dreamwidth as ~apeliotes. Thanks to 888mph for the invite code.

Is Dreamwidth where all the cool kids are going now? I don't even check FB or Twitter regularly anymore, let alone Insanejournal, but a mass exodus of my friendslist might be reason enough to get an account.

Well, it looks like I got the job at Sanitation. I have no idea where exactly I'll be or what hours I'll be working, but I got it.

I went in for my interview today. There were about twenty of us there, of whom only about half even got interviewed because they filled the positions on the spot and didn't even bother talking to anyone else once they'd decided. I wonder if any of you live in a universe where that isn't kind of bullshit, because I sure don't.

So I took a civil service exam for the position of Clerical Aide last May. I got 100% on it, but I didn't think much of it. Well, now I've got interviews lined up with the DEP and Sanitation over the next couple of weeks. Wish me luck, kiddies.

ETA: Thanks, everyone!

As much as I like reading poetry, the authors' essays on their creative processes still feel like a stab in the gut. Good to know some things don't change.