Yay drug tests! (Photo credit: elaine a)
These had been my thoughts on saving the world…Not too long ago.
I have to wear their clothes at all times. pt. drug tests. The cloths are ugly. It’s literally like being in the army and to top it off, I have to run some kind of fucked up agility test in front of people. Hopefully, I’ll past the tests. But groups make me anxious and booze and drugs helped kill that pain. So, the random drug test could pose a bit of a problem.
Saying no to AmeriCorps theoretically and like how would it help me in life? It would look good on my resume and put money in my pocket so I don’t have to live in the Attic anymore.
I’m on a waitlist for a fucking email to accept or decline and if I accept I go to the next process and can still be declined. What a stupid way to run things.
I needed to just get out of the fuckin’ house. AmeriCorps was my way out.
What I do know is that I need to take care of things in my life. I don’t care what I do. Volunteering seemed the only thing that I could do. And, the Peace Corps wouldn’t take me because of the pills and stuff.
I haven’t experienced life completely… and,with mama bear still on my case I can’t!
Currently, somewhere near Virginia, I find myself at odds with these liberal Do-Gooder’s in my Blue Bomb Big Girl troop. Everyone joined to save the world. I joined to avoid incarceration from self. Yet, no matter where I go I am still there.
