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I'm in a weird space right now. I'm at this tech support job and I'm
very frustrated. I have a job interview tommorow to be a newspaper
reporter tommorow. I feel that my skills don't match this tech job. I
could however, using my intelligence, make them a million dollars by
reforming the organization. Things aren't done in a methodical way in
this corporation. There is some employee exploitation but it's more of
a marriage of mediocrity and anarchy. And, as in most places in our
society, vulgarity and barbarity are rearing their ugly heads. This
advanced tech next to me is shopping for guns on his break.
And then I've come to realize that I grew up in a largely
dysfunctional family. My brother's a manipulative schizophrenic; my Mom
is obscenely co-dependent with him; my Dad lives in a dream world while
the weeds entangle his feet; And me, I can't see me clearly. I can see
that I had a lot to give the world and it can only be found in my
disorganized writings which various internet slugs like to make moronic
comments about while the fat in thier brains grows faster than that on
their asses.