someone just called me about some data entry job. they asked me if they had my most recent resume and i forgot that i don't think i put the updated resume with my experience at sebathani community center on it. i had assumed that the resume i sent them was the most recent which my job coach put the experience at sebathani on it but the guy asked me if i hadn't worked since 2021 because that's what it said. so i need to look over that resume after i go to spanish class today.
another thing i've been wondering about since my mom MAGICALLY knows how to read now, so she reads my blog. YET the bum couldn't even fuckin work MY WHOLE LIFE because she couldn't read! coincidence.. i think not. my psychologist assumed that it was just because my fat sister reads it to her. since that's a possibility- i've decided to make my lazy ass bum of a mom and heifer sister's lives a LIVING HELL IF i don't get to the east coast and establish residence. i don't really understand how amanda seems to think it'll be EASIER on her if she makes sure that she doesn't help make sure that i get to the east coast. i promise to make amanda, my bum mom, and my heifer sister's lives as bothersome as possible if i get forced to give up MY GOALS which i've had for at least 25 years. IF you REALLY gave a shit about me- you'd be helping to make sure I was as happy as possible. NOT my stupid sister and mom who are NOT the owner of my life. YOU CAN'T JUST PICK AND CHOOSE WHEN THE FUCK YOU WANT TO STEP IN MY LIFE AND ACT LIKE YOU "CARE". WHERE WERE YOU PRICKS WHEN I WAS BUSTING MY ASS OFF IN REHAB. AND SCHOOL/COLLEGE?! OUT GETTING PREGNANT AND DROPPING OUT OF SCHOOL AND SMOKING CIGARETTES, DRINKING PEPSI, AND TALKING TO YOUR DAMN DOGS. seriously.. IF you dicks actually cared about me- you'd be supporting me to be as happy and successful AS POSSIBLE. fuck off. ALL of you. egotistical pricks who can't handle someone with the same circumstances as you doing something with their lives. MAYBE if you actually fucking worked on YOURSELVES.. YOU'D ACTUALLY FUCKING GET SOMEWHERE.
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