The Cost of Being Me

I reserve the right to take a day off or two.

Do you know I have been working these last two days for ten or more hours on writing – for free.  Because they have required it as part of my $12/hr paying job.

For free.

So, if I am fucking pissed and mad as hell all the time.  It doesn’t take much to correct problems.

If you are not a part of the solution, then you are a part of the problem.

No more problems.  No more mind games and tricks.

I want my life back.

Either it is real, or it is not.  I do not need anyone in my head to tell me how to think.

I am fucking pissed about my hair.  I am simply a great deal more gracious than you have ever giving me credit for.

What this “teaches” me, what they “tell” me with idiocies such as my hair – is that the events of April 24, 2018 were not real.  They made it up in my head.  The reason why no other news agency told the story.  However, what they did to me.  What they did to my body, head, and mind was real.

I am fucking pissed.  I want another job.  I want my life back.

I am not a superhero, I am barely managing to live off of the pay I receive.

The cost for me to be able to receive groceries and supplies = $179.00 a year.  Just to be able to receive food.

Then, every purchase has a fee added to it equaling over $4 an order or transaction typically.  If you round that up to $5 every time and I order or make 2 orders or transactions in a week that = $520/year.

Just so that I am able to get food.  I am not allowed or have any other means to eat or receive food otherwise.

$699 a year just to be able to eat.

Any other person would be able to cut that cost by being able to go to the store and shop in the most economical way possible.  I am not allowed to do that.

So, when it is demanded of me that in addition to all of that I ALREADY DO, I have to spend every day WRITING FOR FREE.

I am mad as hell.

It amounts to be barely earring minimum wage, and pretty nearly me paying my employer to work there.

Any wonder why I want another job?  To be financially on my own?

It’s extortion.

I want my life back.

Chris Hemsworth, is this is real name?  CH, this is my sign name if anyone is unaware.  I am uncertain as to why anyone would want me to believe that another actor portrayed something I really did.

Anymore it seems only a copy of a movie rather than an actual event.  So, I am mad that this has happened to me.

If it was actually real – the mickey mouse games, for lack of a better word and term would go away and there would only be a single, goal, mission, and purpose.

Or, better yet – just give me my fucking life back!

Give me a real job and give me my life back!