*Inarticulate swearing*

I just washed my sad and forlorn teacher's cup, sitting covered in dust from the plumbing project of doom (what are we on, month three here?) and it makes me think...

It makes me think of how much happier I'd be if I were in a classroom.  Of how my complaints would be based on frustrating little Jimmy or Sally's parents not being involved, or the security not speaking English...  It makes me think of late nights grading papers and laughing at the things that come out of their mouths and brains.  It makes me think of all the ways our system and society are failing, and then I get sad again.

All my friends are miserable.  They're either working for minimum pay like dogs, working multiple jobs like dogs, or not working at all, and laying around, wishing they could lick themselves like dogs.

So I'm working this ridiculous job for $8.25/hr and today I got to play manager.  This will never happen again, by the way, until I get a hefty pay increase.  The manager tried to argue with me about how breaks work, after saying, "I'm not really all that familiar with the laws" to my face.  Really?  And the only reason I totaled all the hours was to make sure I was getting paid properly.  Also, my manager has misplaced my paperwork, with all my personal information.  Whatever, please, steal my identity, take my debt.

Dear Facebook,
Please stop suggesting I go back to school.  Why would I want to put myself in further debt for another worthless degree?  Why did I essentially waste 5 years of my life on a piece of paper I might as well flush down the toilet?  Oh right, because I wanted to give back to the world...  Because I wanted to make a difference in some kids' lives.  Remember, no good deed goes unpunished.

Watching Zack and Meri Make a Porno, and reminding myself that sex is not going to solve anything.

What am I thankful for?  My cats, my family, my few friends that actually bother to remember I exist.  That is all.  I can't be thankful for my home, because I don't pay for it, and the same goes for my car.  I don't even really have my health, and I have no health insurance (thank you dad for adding me so I can finally go to the dentist maybe after 3 years).  I guess it could be worse.  I could be pregnant...

Watching my cat chewing his toe nails while the other shpoofs around is awesome.  I'm looking forward to Halloween and a long weekend away from this damn hell hole of a city.  A few days out in the woods should do me some good.  At least I'm hoping.

::sigh::  I guess I ought to go to bed, considering I have to go back to Halloween Hell by 9:30.  I swear, with what I spend in gas and sanity and on the occasional lunch I get to eat, well, I just don't think $8.25/hr is worth it.  That's because it's not.  The further I go, the behinder I get...  Keep trying to take a few steps back so I can some giant leaps forward, but it just doesn't seem to be going well.