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So, my last entry was about how I live at work. Which is true, which is why on the 15th I am leaving that place. I have come to realize that Jamba Juice has done nothing but make me feel like a pushover, I do everything in my god given power to try and succeed in that fucking employment and all it has really made me ever feel like a putz. So I quit. Even more so now I can't deal with the job and school because it just makes me go into an insane spiral of limbo-landesk feeling, a total purgatory in my car as I commute back and forth. As of today, I stopped picking up the phone for that god-forsaken job, despite the fact that I do work from twelve to five something-a-ruther. Fuck that. I don't care if they fire me because I am only to be there a total of two more day in which I actually work. Sucks for them, I am not driving all there shit to some AYSO soccer tournament. They can deal with it themselves.
On another more stimulating note, I have to go to court yesterday because my Traffic School was tardy, so I had been summoned. So to start my adventure I cut my hair, dressed nice, and didn't smell like cigarettes. All in vain unfortunately but as of now the Los Angeles Superior Courts and stick it. When I went to the traffic offender court there was a large amount of people with running red light tickets, speeding, etc. and no one that had the same kind of offense I did. Well they all had 8:30am times, and since this was my first time here I didn't get the whole science behind it. Then a bailiff came out of the division seven doors and announced that it was open, so the whole method with this court building is they do everyone at the same time. So as they filed us in, they sat us in alphabetical order Z to A. All of the people beginning at the end went first and so on and so forth. Yet they never called me name, so the bailiff said that everyone still standing had to go back to the portable building and talk to the clerk there. So when I followed his directions and the clerk said that my name was there, just at the bottom, written in pen. So I went back to the court room and I had to sit till he mentioned all those who had traffic school violations to come up with there completion papers. Fortunately out of the whole two people (that is me and some creepy seedy man who wouldn't stop smiling at me) with the papers. So I went up to the table and all she did was write something and say 'Your free to go.' No judge, no need for the fear of god, no nothing. So as they quickly told me to leave, I have no idea whats going to happen, they mentioned that it was a closed case. Now I sit and wait for some kind of letter, punishment, SOMETHING. So anyways, all in all my body is falling apart and today has been labeled a 'Don't do anything day'. Fuck work, fuck school, just cigarettes and hydrogenated oil foods.
On another more stimulating note, I have to go to court yesterday because my Traffic School was tardy, so I had been summoned. So to start my adventure I cut my hair, dressed nice, and didn't smell like cigarettes. All in vain unfortunately but as of now the Los Angeles Superior Courts and stick it. When I went to the traffic offender court there was a large amount of people with running red light tickets, speeding, etc. and no one that had the same kind of offense I did. Well they all had 8:30am times, and since this was my first time here I didn't get the whole science behind it. Then a bailiff came out of the division seven doors and announced that it was open, so the whole method with this court building is they do everyone at the same time. So as they filed us in, they sat us in alphabetical order Z to A. All of the people beginning at the end went first and so on and so forth. Yet they never called me name, so the bailiff said that everyone still standing had to go back to the portable building and talk to the clerk there. So when I followed his directions and the clerk said that my name was there, just at the bottom, written in pen. So I went back to the court room and I had to sit till he mentioned all those who had traffic school violations to come up with there completion papers. Fortunately out of the whole two people (that is me and some creepy seedy man who wouldn't stop smiling at me) with the papers. So I went up to the table and all she did was write something and say 'Your free to go.' No judge, no need for the fear of god, no nothing. So as they quickly told me to leave, I have no idea whats going to happen, they mentioned that it was a closed case. Now I sit and wait for some kind of letter, punishment, SOMETHING. So anyways, all in all my body is falling apart and today has been labeled a 'Don't do anything day'. Fuck work, fuck school, just cigarettes and hydrogenated oil foods.