Hassel

I can't remember anything in my life where I didn't have to work twice as hard to be half as good as everyone else.

Take for example the events of today. First thing's first. I went out to get some spare bucks shoveling snow and other such tasks. I ended up working at some old lady's house for 2 hours clearing off her driveway and walk. Got a whole 4 dollars for that. Eh, four bucks is four bucks, sure, pays for my monthly use of some random items like toothpaste. Meanwhile I find some kids were hitting up the other people in the area (Don't they have school? Slackers...), gettin' 10 bucks per kid in this 5 kid road crew. They cleaned out everyone on the block before I finished the first job. Course the one I did was the one that was the worst off as well. Old lady had 13 inches deep drifts.

Then after that I had to go down, see about getting benefits renewed at the DSHS. Always fun. I swear that place must be run by someone with a degree in torture methodology. Those zombie lights that just seem designed to suck the life out of you. Long lines where people are stuffed in nearly front to back. Gods I hate lines like that. Makes me feel like some doomed cow at the stockyards, slowly moving towards an eventual death. Just about makes me go crazy. Three hours there and I finally get called up and basically told that I needed to go get my roommate to sign another form, meaning the day was a complete waste there, that no one bothered to tell me needed to be filled out before I got there and had to wait.

It seems the never run out of some additional form they negelect to mention. It's almost as rediculous as some of the things they count as "prepared food" for tramp stamps. Did you know that: You can buy a fountain drink at a quickie mart and it doesn't count, but if you put a straw into it before you pay it does? Do you know you can't order a sandwich made up for you at a deli, but you can buy one that's already wrapped up not 7 feet off the deli counter just fine? Did you know you can't buy a bowl of hot soup, but you can buy a "We make it, you bake it" fresh pizza?

Ug. Who the hell sits there in the capital and thinks of these things?

Also makes me wonder how people who are homeless are actually supposed to eat anything if they can't buy anything they can just grab and eat other than junk food and its ilk.

I get done with the DSHS then, grumbling, sore, cold and tired and plop back in my chair. Figure I'd go play some games. Usually fun for me. Been playing Navyfield (http://www.navyfield.com) lately. Sadly I've reached this point in the game where everything I have sucks, but I gotta use it because anything else I try to use that might be better, won't earn my jack experience points, so I'd never get PAST the sucky ships. For some reason it really annoys me to play with the kids who just dump hudreds of bucks on the game and thus are instantly better than me, no matter how much harder I fight.

Yeah, I got a chip on my shoulder about these kids today that just have life handed through them. Lot of them I know that never work a day in their life until they're 28 and went through all their parent's money.

I do have great respect for self made men though. It's not hating richer people or anything, just hating lazy slobs that do nothing but life off the fat of their elders.

So I finally get diner made, taco night for me. Always nice, for abut 20 bucks I get a week worth of food out of it, good food too. My roommate gets home, starts in on me right away with his newest get rich quick scheme. Seems now he wants me to start up some online store to sell off stuff at marked up prices that he got at Costco. I can't say I'm thrilled with it, I think it'll be a lot harder than he thinks, not just opening up a few E-bay auctions and suddenly hit the big money. But at least it's somewhat decent work. Might pay off better than this writing stuff he was pushing where I'd be working for two or three days for 10 bucks. Course like always he gets real obsessive. He hasn't done anything else but read a few books about online selling and already is talking like the money is in his pocket. I'm pretty sure I'll have to do all the actual work, he'll just cough up capital.

Now the reason this gets to me is because, while it MIGHT be good money, might be, it will be something that will take up all my time and keep me trapped at home. He likes to find jobs that mean I'll be around the house all day. Personally I want to move up in the world, and I know that means getting steady, long haul work outside the home, work with a chance of promotion. He however, doesn't seem to want to do that. Even so much as to sabotage my job searches when they call the house. Given everything from bad references to telling people I don't live here and more.

He wants someone to be here all the time. To take care of the house and keep him company when he comes home, talkin' with him for hours and hours. Myself? I'm the sort of guy that can barely be considered a social creature as you might have guessed. If I see or talk to people for maybe 10 minutes a day that's more than enough for me. About the only time I stick around and socialize is when I'm lookin' for a woman, though that's been quite a while itself.




Til next time,

Grind Away