I went out looking for a job today. There's a program that my parole officer is trying to get me through where some company rehabilitates criminals. I don't know if he'll have much luck though. I'll probably need a recommendation from my therapist and apparently a lot is hinging on this whole emotional expression shit.
I probably shouldn't say the word 'shit' when I know that Doc is reading. Hi, Doc.
Applied for jobs at a few restaurants. I used to be pretty good at juggling plates. It's probably like riding a bike. See, I'm hopeful and positive; no negative emotions whatsoever.
Well, that's a lie. I had to go out in public to submit those job applications. It's weird being around so many strange people. I'm not used to seeing different faces everywhere I turn. I was kind of scared. I expecting to see someone, someone who wanted to hurt me. I suppose that makes sense. Brian's family was probably notified when I was released. I can't imagine they're too happy with me. At any rate, I felt better once I got back into my rathole of an apartment.
Got a call from my mom today. That was nice, but kind of sad. Apparently my sister has some kind of cold. I kind of feel a cold coming on myself. Probably because of this stupid air conditioning. I keep turning it up, but it keeps resetting to 59 degrees somehow.
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