it must just be me

this is my "for reals?" face

because there is no way that the world could possibly be this shitty. i know i'm mental and all, but what the fuck?

maybe i can find work as naomi campbell's maid.

miss campbell models a tasteful orange safety vest (available exclusively through the state of new york court ordered community service division), a demure black cowl neck a-line dress, black monkey boots from john galliano and this season's hottest white work gloves.
campbell proves to us all that assault in the workplace is ok and anyone can pull off orange and black, even if they're not jack pumpkinhead.

in what ALTERNATE UNIVERSE is it okay to do such things to employees?

dear god, all i wanted was a job so i could keep a roof over my head and food in my tummy. i have no food, a stomach too sick from stress to eat anyway, and a huge back debt of rent and utilities i don't know if i can ever get paid off.

now i have to decide if i just take it and at least have some sort of a pittance coming in or if i stand up for myself and file a complaint which will likely cost me the job. yeah, i know there are supposedly things in place to protect victims of workplace assault and discrimination, but it still causes the victim to experience alienation from other co-workers and suffer the wrath of management who will make them suffer in order to get them to quit.

it's a wonderful life!

thank you, bank failures!
thank you, asshole driver who mowed me down in a crosswalk destroying my leg and career!
thank you, vindictive lying bitch who got my unemployment cut off!
and gee, thank YOU, dear former therapist for sending me to collections for the bills nordstrom medical refused to pay after my little "accident" with those sleeping pills!
way to kick a chick when she's down.

so where's that bedford falls bridge when ya need it? and clarence, are you up there? dude, i need you.
screw you, world.
*sigh* what's a crippled, clothing obsessed, cat saddled, flat broke loner to do?