Oh Em Frickin' GEE!
Every been so mad you just had to blog about it?
Well here goes.
I HATE New Jersey. First of all there is nothing New about it. It is old and dirty and bankrupt.
The school system is a joke so the poor unsuspecting children that pass through it eventually grow up to be poor unsuspecting morons with learned helplessness.
I used to vouch for Jersey. I used to get offended when people called it New York's Armpit! I used to correct people when they called it "Joisey."
NEVER AGAIN!
Let's take Hillside for example:
Hillside is a DUMP! On any given spring or summer day it smells like a chemical fire mixed with rotting flesh.
The people of Hillside don't smell much better. When they walk into the agency where I work it is a generally nauseating experience.
Hillside drivers are clinically insane. Liberty Avenue is not a local road where pedestrian can cross the street at the cross walk with ease. Nay, it is a DEATH TRAP. God forbid you need to get from one side of Liberty Avenue to the other. You might as well kiss your family and life goodbye before you take the plunge (crossing when the cross walk sign is in your favor).
Hillside drivers are also akin to primates because they will throw whatever garbage they have in their vehicle at you if you "get in their way." They are also similar to lamas in that they will make sure to roll down their window and spit at you as they drive by if you happen to get out of a car and take any longer than 5 seconds. Simply to ensure you get the point. Point being, "I'm driving, b*tch! Get out da'way!" (How do I know this? Personal experience.)
No you may be thinking, Ms. Christian-face you are being too harsh. Where is the grace? Well you know what? I am just, "too through."
I speak two languages, quite well mind you. I show up to work half an hour early every day. I work my bottom off for a person who could really care less if I live or die as long as I make sure I've given her a life referral and sold a renter's policy. I grin and bear it when the "boss-lady" hires some chick that demands 30k a year and health insurance before she will get a license to work. I spend 48 hours a week interacting with Hillside's inhabitants/degenerates. I KNOW what it’s like and it is HELL ON EARTH.
I must have done something really bad to deserve this misery. I must have truly offended the Trinity to be stuck here when I have an amazing apartment in Allentown, Pa and a loving husband that I will only get to see on the weekends.
My only consolation is that I am interviewing on good Ol' St. Patty's day--interviewing for a new life, a new career and hopefully some sanity. I am interviewing for the bigger picture where I will finally step into what I feel is right. Where I can come home after a long day of work and say...I helped heal someone. I helped comfort someone. I really helped the human condition. Not, I got yelled at for other person's mistake. I was called a liar by a liar. I was mistreated by my slave-driver of a boss for a measly 88 dollars.
88 dollars are so not worth it. But you know what is? Seeing Princess come to the realization that she will have to work 48+ hours a week for that 30k and health insurance. Watching the "boss-lady" realize that her new hire is nothing but talk and fake hair. Getting little reports from the Bestie about how Princess and Boss-lady have to stay late and come in early.
That is true retribution and of course it is of the Lord because I won't have anything to do with it. I'll be in Allentown sipping chamomile tea on the window seat my Husband made for me...relishing the sunlight as it seeps in through my stained glass windows. I will be free…and freedom is well worth the toil, friends.
--End Rant
Well here goes.
I HATE New Jersey. First of all there is nothing New about it. It is old and dirty and bankrupt.
The school system is a joke so the poor unsuspecting children that pass through it eventually grow up to be poor unsuspecting morons with learned helplessness.
I used to vouch for Jersey. I used to get offended when people called it New York's Armpit! I used to correct people when they called it "Joisey."
NEVER AGAIN!
Let's take Hillside for example:
Hillside is a DUMP! On any given spring or summer day it smells like a chemical fire mixed with rotting flesh.
The people of Hillside don't smell much better. When they walk into the agency where I work it is a generally nauseating experience.
Hillside drivers are clinically insane. Liberty Avenue is not a local road where pedestrian can cross the street at the cross walk with ease. Nay, it is a DEATH TRAP. God forbid you need to get from one side of Liberty Avenue to the other. You might as well kiss your family and life goodbye before you take the plunge (crossing when the cross walk sign is in your favor).
Hillside drivers are also akin to primates because they will throw whatever garbage they have in their vehicle at you if you "get in their way." They are also similar to lamas in that they will make sure to roll down their window and spit at you as they drive by if you happen to get out of a car and take any longer than 5 seconds. Simply to ensure you get the point. Point being, "I'm driving, b*tch! Get out da'way!" (How do I know this? Personal experience.)
No you may be thinking, Ms. Christian-face you are being too harsh. Where is the grace? Well you know what? I am just, "too through."
I speak two languages, quite well mind you. I show up to work half an hour early every day. I work my bottom off for a person who could really care less if I live or die as long as I make sure I've given her a life referral and sold a renter's policy. I grin and bear it when the "boss-lady" hires some chick that demands 30k a year and health insurance before she will get a license to work. I spend 48 hours a week interacting with Hillside's inhabitants/degenerates. I KNOW what it’s like and it is HELL ON EARTH.
I must have done something really bad to deserve this misery. I must have truly offended the Trinity to be stuck here when I have an amazing apartment in Allentown, Pa and a loving husband that I will only get to see on the weekends.
My only consolation is that I am interviewing on good Ol' St. Patty's day--interviewing for a new life, a new career and hopefully some sanity. I am interviewing for the bigger picture where I will finally step into what I feel is right. Where I can come home after a long day of work and say...I helped heal someone. I helped comfort someone. I really helped the human condition. Not, I got yelled at for other person's mistake. I was called a liar by a liar. I was mistreated by my slave-driver of a boss for a measly 88 dollars.
88 dollars are so not worth it. But you know what is? Seeing Princess come to the realization that she will have to work 48+ hours a week for that 30k and health insurance. Watching the "boss-lady" realize that her new hire is nothing but talk and fake hair. Getting little reports from the Bestie about how Princess and Boss-lady have to stay late and come in early.
That is true retribution and of course it is of the Lord because I won't have anything to do with it. I'll be in Allentown sipping chamomile tea on the window seat my Husband made for me...relishing the sunlight as it seeps in through my stained glass windows. I will be free…and freedom is well worth the toil, friends.
--End Rant