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With this awful sun light hitting the side of my face I find myself growing increasingly concerned about just how filthy my computer screen is. I mean come on! how many old man dentures did I have to pull out of dirty dish water to afford this baby and look at how I treat it. My cat is curled up asleep on the bed next to me, all day I've been trying to get her to entertain me but all she does is sleep, you know why? because she spends all night sitting up near my face wide awake staring at me, stalking me if you like. I feel like she knows something I dont, like my heart is on its way out finally succumbing to years of Four Cheeses abuse and my cat is just waiting for that last pesky breath to leave my body so she can start chewing my face off.
Im closing in on my fourth week of unemployment, I did attend a trial at this cafe place in the city but it was bad, and I mean bad because I can normally take a lot of abuse just read through this journal baby but this place was so bad I sad fuck it, I'd rather deal with centrelink than these crack babies. Of course after having two semi productive phone calls to centrelink Im starting to think perhaps I was wrong, oh well I want at least 2 free payments! give me my free money. Since Ive gone through the whole claim hassle and actually found my birth certificate etc I will probably hear back from one of the jobs I applied for today before I can even score that free money. That bitch is still curled up asleep, she eats more meals a day than I do now that Im poor and she wont even do any tricks for me.
I start that addictions counselling training next saturday and it just dawned on me, I have a psych degree, from october onwards I will get actual cases to work with (unpaid of course) and will be supervised by psychologists etc, what the fuck do I do if I suck at it! what if I cant counsel people for shit and everyone I get turns to drugs again or commits suicide from my pure suckage. How can we live in an age where I can have completed an entire degree at a high distinction level and actually still be totally unsure as to whether I can actually perform the main task of the damn degree. Its like completing a degree in accounting without being sure if you can count. Growing up and having my entire family tell me their problems and ask for my advice is what made me lean towards that type of job, originally I wanted to be in real estate, yes you read correctly, I would even set my dolls up as potential clients and show them the current Homebuyers catalogue I got from the little real estate agency at Dog Swamp shopping centre. I had a pack of highlighters and a magnetic badge and everything. My mum and her sisters would probably tell their problems to one of those people who stand around the city with the huge boards hanging off them if they were given half the chance, and half of them probably have psych degrees too.
Sigh Im so hungry but cooking is a pain in the ass now that (oh did i forget to mention) some stupid fuse has blown and I cant use anything in my kitchen or laundry, if I want to make a cup of tea I have to do so on the lounge room floor where I have an extension cord leading from the bedroom to my fridge. Yesterday I made a ham and cheese toastie on the floor and the cheese dripped and made a mess and I thought why me. Let the good times roll.