Air in Current Events

I feel like I have so much to say but I can’t get anything out. The getaway was nice but it is time to return to my so-called life.

Lenstar’s neighbor was my math teacher at the Adult Education Centre a few semesters ago. She came to say hello when we got back to the city. We all met up at Lenstar’s and had to load our cars back up when we returned. My ex-teacher wanted to know if I was done with their center and on my way to post-secondary. She is very excited about my journey. She is a big fan and is rooting for me. I don’t even have that answer for myself right now. I had to speak about the shame I am still feeling and explain that I failed my chem class. I have to try again in January. I don’t even know what any of that looks like right now. I have to prioritize my crisis list. I need to pace myself. She informed me that I would have a different teacher. Well split my d!ck and call me Caitlyn. I thought having all the notes and labs and tests was going to be my golden ticket with that class.

My new car was my top priority. This was to support the bigger goal of getting a better-paying job. The job I have my sights on happens to be more rewarding to boot. The position I had my heart set on is not available. They are interviewing me for a similar one. It’s still youth support but not for at-risk 11-year-olds but transitory support for at-risk 18-25-year-olds. I’ll be driving a lot. Taking them to appointments. Helping them get employment, etc.

We passed through a few Native reserves on the way to Duck Mountain. It blows my mind that people just live out there. I don’t get out much. We had to make a lot of stops so the ladies could use the bathrooms. Howie MaColm has a big fat cock was written in one of the bathroom stalls in the grungy bar we had to stop at. It was an ongoing joke throughout the rest of the trip. I found the living legend on FB when I got back. The lake we were at was so beautiful. It’s like a backyard to the natives out there. I can’t wrap my head around that. I’m too prissy to live out there but I could adjust.

I’m still salty about my roommate. I see that she bought herself a new bike. A $1200 toy. It probably cost her more than that. It’s just going to get stolen, mark my words. I also suspect that she is going to lose her job. She told me that she got a talking to about being too passive with contractors. She lets them walk all over her. I can just hear her voice when she is dealing with them. She is one of those gross women who talk like they are a little girl. It’s something she turns on when she wants something. It’s so hard to witness. I don’t care if it is misogyny to say that I hate it when women speak like children. It is manipulative. It is vile and profane and it does not work on me. She also got written up for being late.

When she told me about her getting written up for being late, I waited patiently to hear the dumb thing. She is the victim, of course. The friend she bikes to work with doesn’t get in trouble, she says. They are in two different departments, for starters. It’s like this, she gets there just after her shift is supposed to start. Then she puts her bike away. Then she goes to the bathroom to change and do her hair. I turn my computer on first. She says. That means she is on time in her world. Other ADHD people annoy the fuck out of me. There is a value system that they do not have. Clearly.

I think I’ve adequately aired my grievances between this entry and the last. I can put the fun in function again. I am going to go the gym, finally. Then get my shit together and then spend the day with my niece and nephew at a fair. Potentially the beach as well. I couldn’t sleep because I was looking forward to it.

Another thing that was keeping me up was the thought of quitting my current job. I really like my team. I like the people I work with a lot. It’s going to be a bummer to say goodbye.

Also, I did a thing. I bought a new game for my computer. Oops. It was on sale. God of War.