I'm okay now
I quit my job as a nursing assistant. I only worked there for about a month. It was awful. My coworkers were mean, especially one of them. She apparently had some mental problems and always screamed at me when I had done something wrong. Everybody told me not to care about her, but it was really hard to ignore that someone yells at you and tells you over and over again what a bad job your doing when you are really trying to do your best. Taking care of old and sick people was also very psychically demanding, especially for me who has social anxiety. I did like the taking care part of the job, but I think I prefer to take care of animals, they don't require so much talking. It took all energy I had just to work so when I came home I was too exhausted to do anything but sleep. Some of the old men and ladies were truly wonderful, but I just couldn't do it. I would have completely lost it if I had continued to work there. I was crying pretty much every day, my life was just awful. But as soon as I quit, things started to feel better. It's not good yet, but it's alright. I can survive living like this.
So my current situation is unemployed and still living with my dad's friend but looking for an apartment together with my friend Siri. We lived together in the same dorm during my creative writing course and hopefully we'll find an apartment soon because I really miss living with her. I also miss having a place to call my own. Right now I only rent one room in a two bedroom-apartment. I've been emotionally homless since I moved out of my dorm in May.
That's is for now. Here's a picture of a statue with a bird on his hand:
