I don't know what it is, possibly the upstairs toilet that overflowed yesterday and sent nasty toilet water through the light fixtures, but I just don't know how much longer I can stay in this motherfucking job. I know I told myself that I would stay for a minimum of two years for resume purposes, but that seems more and more difficult each day
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but I live in Uptown in Chicago... which is where all of the people who used to be on state healthcare for mental illness now live... they were dumped by the system and they chose to continue living in the neighborhood... that's why I can afford to live where I do...
on good days a lot of funny shit happens... and I am entertained by the throngs of "mad" people walking my streets..
on the bad days (usually when I'm tired) I feel uncomfortable on my own street... and so anxious to just get out of the city... its almost claustrophobic.... or however you spell it...
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