Annotated on January 17, 2018, feeling 0/10
As soon as I bragged about having a good week everything shit the bed.
I am forcing myself to write through it but I really don’t want too.1
My work has fallen apart.2 I can’t talk about it much here because I still work there, but it’s not looking good.3The new owner doesn’t get along very well with the manager4 and everything is a mess and I’m scared that my job is going to be in jeopardy5 and I CAN’T GET A NEW JOB.6
Thinking about it makes me feel like shit.7 I don’t have any experience in the field I studied in school and I have no desire to work in it.8 I don’t have any real experience other than childcare.9 I just feel like an absolute piece of shit that can’t make any money in an actual job like a grown up.10 Zach’s eternal optimism about it is the worst.11 I am a performer and an artist and if that is your interest you’re basically screwed to a lifetime of shit jobs.12
NOT ACTUALLY TRUE BUT DEFINITELY MAKES IT A LOT HARDER DOESN’T IT.13
There are a lot more openings for a dental office receptionist than a performer or a writer though.14 Okay? Okay.