When you're in a car the road is a utilitarian thing. It's merely a surface for your four-wheeled conveyance to travel with ease. When you're on a motorcycle the road takes on a life of it's own. There's nothing between you and it. When you stop for a red light or a stop sign you put your feet on the ground. You can see it, you can smell it, you ( Read more... )

Sweet merciful crap. I don't even know where to start. It feels like it's been aeons since I fired off one of these things. It has, in a way. I mean the last one was way back in February. So much has changed and absolutely none of it has changed for the better...well except I'm typing this on my own laptop now as opposed to hers and I'm still ( Read more... )

It's been a while! The domestic situation seems to have improved a bit. We've still got some things to work out, but at least it's moving forward. I finally found gainful employment! I now work for Home Depot as a sales associate in the lawn/garden department. I had applied to be a cashier, but they needed another cashier like they needed an ( Read more... )

I think that if employers are merely accepting applications and not actually hiring and their application process is online (and takes 45 minutes) they should refrain from making “Now Hiring” job posts on job listings websites. It isn't really fair to those of us in desperate need of employment who waste the time to endure the inordinately long ( Read more... )

More writing to sort out my head: maybe try to find some good edition? ::edit:: Not really ( Read more... )

Two weeks ago I was fired from Amazon because of my Multiple Sclerosis. My heat intolerance was interfering with my ability to do my job so they fired me, despite being well aware of my disability right from the start. Now I've been busting my ass trying to find another job. So far, so terrible. I can't even find very many places to apply. Of ( Read more... )

Those are the words that used to run over the gate at Auschwitz. It translates to “Work Will Set You Free”. That slogan was stuck in my head all day as I suffered and slaved through my first day of work at Amazon. Nothing from the night before or morning of boded well for the rest of the day. I woke up at 2am and my anxiety decided to run me over ( Read more... )

Writing to sort out my own head doesn't mean I already know or understand what's going on up there. It often means I have to actually sort it out in order to get it on the screen. As such, I usually spend 3 or more hours typing out one of these. I only do it when I feel like I really need to get something out of my head ( Read more... )

It's not been a great time for me recently. I'm back to the verge of having not one, but potentially two jobs. I'll probably only take one (the one with more ours, a better position, and a higher pay-rate). On the opposite side my marriage has become so broken that there is absolutely no chance of salvaging it. She won't tell me exactly what she ( Read more... )