My Job - Tumblr Posts

He could not wash dishes. He'd get a rash on his hands ( possibly eczema or psoriasis). No solutions would placate him. He only ever had problems, never solutions.

Ruined Weekends

He often complained that I “robbed” him of his weekend when he kicked me out of the house. That was because he’d have thrown me out before I had the opportunity to do his dishes and clean his house. And he couldnt go out or do things if his house wasn’t clean.

My fault.

Depression is hitting pretty hard. The last few job prospects were not what i thought they were.

My last paycheck will be November 15 and i have nothing to replace it.

My woman has already insisted she buy me snow tires, because I advised that I won't have the money to buy them at this time. This makes me ashamed. Especially since she has been stretched thin lately herself.

And a quick flashback to a conversation with my Father yesterday who helpfully reminded me that i "shouldn't be depending on anybody." Thanks, Pops, for the pep talk.

And i still have to go to this place for another 8 shifts. Once again, I'd like to ask why I have to be in this discouraging position while my shithead, incompetent, mysogenist boss suffers with none of it.

The GIF maker in tumblr sucks so bad. But it did make this video I took look kinda cool in a cartoon way.

Btw. I literally was out there on the beach videoing this sunset for work.

Literary analysis is my JOB. And yeah, it's fun, but sometimes I want to storm into the comments under someone's analysis and explain some literary theory. Like Gale Dekarios explains magic.

To be clear: I encourage everyone to do it, just be ready for the nerds to start rambling XD

i will defend to the grave that literary analysis IS enjoyable and a valid hobby but it's amazing how a hyperfixation on The Character will have you writing essays for fun