It is now the 16 of August. The job didn't go well. It was a disaster. My sleep was going crazy. I got desent sleep. But I had real trouble with coming to terms with the others who worked there. I ended up in the phyc ward. It was the first admission where I haven't smoked, so that may ;o) mean I am moving forward. I have paid for my forklift licence. Who knows if I will get it!
The doctors all loved me this time. We will see how this unfolds in the future. My guess is I wont be doctors pet endlessly. They will start being vindictive again!
baaaah I really am disapointed that my days aren't turning out as I plan. Its these views I throw on myself to adhear that has made my life a self forfilled disaster.
I sence an age of enlightenment though, of great joy.
What was the job like?
They bought me working gear, about 500 dollars worth of clothing, the boots being the most expensive. Then we drove around heaps and did as little work as possible. We would drive from one side of town to the other for one tag and drive past 100 tags that we didn't clean. Me saying the people should logistisize in their cars defied this job. The reason I lost it was because of the goats that worked there. They were threatend by my "being". I am not one to take the speck out of there eye, i only worked there for 5 days.
What was the phyc ward like?
It was filled with people in higgledy piggledy clothes and was mostly suffering free. I saw them with those liver dish's though, others were. I was doctors pet. All the in patients were people I was familiar with, regulars. I cannot explain the phyc ward but it decays people and it is plastic. It sends your mind off too.
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