My UpTime vitamin rant
You people are gona think Im crazy.
The past six months I've been working with dogs.
Bathing and drying them picking up their shit and tons and tons of hair.
Why? Because I love animals I really do. I met this vegetarian guy that has since helped me go back to being vegetarian instead of pescaterian.
And after a couple more insane roommate situations I finally got my own little place Dec 2014, but what the fuck happened these past two weeks?
LIFE. First I had the false impression that I was going to be starting another job. That didn't happen. Then I find out that the one I have isn't really interested in treating me fairly, but it's under the table, so I can't complain...? WRONG. NO MORE walking on my head. I would be so privileged to at least get minimum wage. What a bunch of bullshit that is.
And now my fucking heater stopped working during a horrible cold front.
No heat and Im getting no hours no days at work. My rent has increased more than ever and I'm having problems with my heat and no damn work all of a sudden. That's f'kn crazy.
So I packed a bag. I have two pairs of pants, two shirts and clean underwear and socks in a book bag. Why? Because I thought that perhaps I should admit myself to a mental ward. It's been a little over a year. That's the longest I've gone since 2006/2007.
Currently I am without a computer. In November at some point I had a MacBook that I was using, for about six months. And it just decided to stop turning on while @ work. All that dog hair must have really pissed it off.
Now I am @ my old address in South Tampa. even though I live in North Tampa
I just so happen to still have the gate key to get into the condominium complex I stayed at with an older gay male in 2014. Risky, a little. The security haven't bothered me one bit. They came in this office suite twice now to fax something & wished me a good morning both times. My nerves are fucked like hell thinking that they'll question me and I'll end up in jail or something, but thankfully they don't. Perhaps for a Saturday night it's not the strangest thing, for a guy to be up late and online. Anyways, my separation anxiety, not yours!
I walked around outside and the bottom of my sneakers feel like they don't have enough support. The only other pair I have now have a hole ripping through the bottom.
I bought UpTime Vitamins and a cold starbucks coffee & feel okay now about NOT going into a hospital. One of the last spiritual books I bought in 2014 has a whole section of SUICIDE (see SOLITARY WITCH by SILVER RAVENWOLF) anyways, i didn't do the spell just packed a bag. I have two and a half hours before the first bus starts running.
Looking at the weather forecast it looks like we'll have a few days of warmer temperature. And then it goes back down closer to freezing temperature again.
I get just enough money from disability to afford this place Im renting. It's like having one's own apartment, but it's more like a trailer. A camper, is what I call it. My little nub. Certainly not my humble abode. I had two maintenance guys trying to fix my heat. I went out and bought propane specifically for surviving January's cold fronts. And all they can tell me is that they can try and ask around for tips on how to fix it come Monday morning.
My first utility bill was far more than what I expected just because I used my space heaters. Because of that I didn't even use them until last night/this morning. And I'm sure just the whole hour (at most) that I used them probably wracked up $5. That can add up! And I don't know who is doing the math. It just doesn't seem legit. WTF?
Anyways, I just signed up for Vocational Rehabilitation. Also went to a food pantry. Got some info about my neighborhood service center (that could possibly help with TECO) and to top it all off I wrote my biological mother a letter and sent it out (with chamomile and ginger tea) Haven't talked to dear Mom in almost exactly two years (little more than two actually)
The past six months I've been working with dogs.
Bathing and drying them picking up their shit and tons and tons of hair.
Why? Because I love animals I really do. I met this vegetarian guy that has since helped me go back to being vegetarian instead of pescaterian.
And after a couple more insane roommate situations I finally got my own little place Dec 2014, but what the fuck happened these past two weeks?
LIFE. First I had the false impression that I was going to be starting another job. That didn't happen. Then I find out that the one I have isn't really interested in treating me fairly, but it's under the table, so I can't complain...? WRONG. NO MORE walking on my head. I would be so privileged to at least get minimum wage. What a bunch of bullshit that is.
And now my fucking heater stopped working during a horrible cold front.
No heat and Im getting no hours no days at work. My rent has increased more than ever and I'm having problems with my heat and no damn work all of a sudden. That's f'kn crazy.
So I packed a bag. I have two pairs of pants, two shirts and clean underwear and socks in a book bag. Why? Because I thought that perhaps I should admit myself to a mental ward. It's been a little over a year. That's the longest I've gone since 2006/2007.
Currently I am without a computer. In November at some point I had a MacBook that I was using, for about six months. And it just decided to stop turning on while @ work. All that dog hair must have really pissed it off.
Now I am @ my old address in South Tampa. even though I live in North Tampa
I just so happen to still have the gate key to get into the condominium complex I stayed at with an older gay male in 2014. Risky, a little. The security haven't bothered me one bit. They came in this office suite twice now to fax something & wished me a good morning both times. My nerves are fucked like hell thinking that they'll question me and I'll end up in jail or something, but thankfully they don't. Perhaps for a Saturday night it's not the strangest thing, for a guy to be up late and online. Anyways, my separation anxiety, not yours!
I walked around outside and the bottom of my sneakers feel like they don't have enough support. The only other pair I have now have a hole ripping through the bottom.
I bought UpTime Vitamins and a cold starbucks coffee & feel okay now about NOT going into a hospital. One of the last spiritual books I bought in 2014 has a whole section of SUICIDE (see SOLITARY WITCH by SILVER RAVENWOLF) anyways, i didn't do the spell just packed a bag. I have two and a half hours before the first bus starts running.
Looking at the weather forecast it looks like we'll have a few days of warmer temperature. And then it goes back down closer to freezing temperature again.
I get just enough money from disability to afford this place Im renting. It's like having one's own apartment, but it's more like a trailer. A camper, is what I call it. My little nub. Certainly not my humble abode. I had two maintenance guys trying to fix my heat. I went out and bought propane specifically for surviving January's cold fronts. And all they can tell me is that they can try and ask around for tips on how to fix it come Monday morning.
My first utility bill was far more than what I expected just because I used my space heaters. Because of that I didn't even use them until last night/this morning. And I'm sure just the whole hour (at most) that I used them probably wracked up $5. That can add up! And I don't know who is doing the math. It just doesn't seem legit. WTF?
Anyways, I just signed up for Vocational Rehabilitation. Also went to a food pantry. Got some info about my neighborhood service center (that could possibly help with TECO) and to top it all off I wrote my biological mother a letter and sent it out (with chamomile and ginger tea) Haven't talked to dear Mom in almost exactly two years (little more than two actually)
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