Sick to death
02/11/2013 01:26 a.m.
I don’t feel stagnant and sad anymore. Now I feel disgusted and angry. I have sat here long enough setting on the far left corner of my ugly, uncomfortable couch. I have worked at a part time job since April of late year that keeps me on edge because of the fluctuation of my hours. I am tired of having to borrow money from people so that I can keep my small little shanty of a one bedroom. I have had to try for food stamps. I have tried over and over for another part time job but nothing has panned out yet. I worked at a seedy hotel that only gave me 8 hours a week and it was teeming with prostitutes.

I have redone my resume to where I think it looks more appealing to employers. One promising employer at a Vet Clinic said that I “killed” the interview and that resume was “awesome”.

So what now? Eh? What now? I am qualified for something better than working at a hardware store that makes their living on selling faulty products on purpose to make more money from the unsuspecting denizens of this city. I keep hearing that I will catch a break soon. That something will come along. Something better…

Does that mean that this has become something like fishing? That I have to wait for that big fish to bite? Or is it time now to go into the water with a spear?

Like I said, I am tired of feeling stagnant and sad. I have let this whole thing affect me on all points of my life. My art work has suffered, my writing has really suffered. My relationship with my wonderful girlfriend has been strained at certain points.

I am sick and tired of this. Just so very sick of this.