Today I went job hunting again.
I'm honestly getting tired of this.
It's a act of god to find a job here. It's the only state that I've ever had trouble getting a job in.
The day started off with a dry, no wind, 98 degree's. I was sweating enough to fill a pond. I went to 5 counties job hunting. I left the house at 5am. Got home around 4pm.
Before I got home though I stopped to buy gas for my truck and meet a person from high school. I didn't remember her at first. But she was all cheery and chirpy. Then I remembered. The conversation ended with "Wow you're way too happy to see me. Why wasn't you like this during school? Oh that's right you was too busy throwing stuff at me and chanting freak."
Slapped down the money and stormed out.
I can't help but think that I've become something close to "wrath" now. My sister says I've finally hit my limit on how much I can take from the world. Maybe she's got a point. I don't like to use violence. But that's not the same as willing to commit violence for the proper reasons. And anyone that argues it's not the answer has never been the target of it.