this is a response to indie's comment on my "doom" article. as it ended up my comment was best put as a seperate article although i hate having to do it this way. certain things need to be said.

in response:
so instead of being a slave to safeway you want me to be your slave?

subject of matters at hand:

i would love a job in genetics research, or physical and mental disorders/diseases. i might even enjoy it too much. but that is why im not allowed to have those jobs. because my strengths and wit will be put to use. its called karma. to be afflicted by it is to be thrown in your own personal gutter. others can observe you but can offer no helping hand. i work at safeway because i have no other choice. i cant afford school, f*** i cant even afford to pay my god damned monthly bills without going into the negatives with my bank account. im literally trapped in my current position as a citizen. am i pissed about it? you betcher f***in ass iam. i didnt choose this job, safeway called me and asked me to come work for them. at the time i was running out of money and had no other offers, not even a pliable interview yielded anything. and then one morning in the a.m. i got a call from safeway inviting me to come in for an interview, i was hired on the spot. and thats why i work the s***ty job. i know my talents are put to better use in fields that can actually benefiet people more than getting bitched at by some prick in a cheap outfit with a cheesey hair-do.

it doesnt just stop with knowledge of humans, im rather quite knowledgable in other things, like sword making, carpentry, construction, blueprints/drafting, and some minor internet security that i wont go into detail about. where i can get a job that will let me use my skills without a degree from some college is beyond me. so i dont try. why? because its feutile. i know a lot but i think like a soldier, it my personal duty to expect the worse and in most cases the worst is that they will deny me a position based on the simple fact that ive got no physical proof that i know the things i know. its tangible that someday i might get a degree in something, but with what im being payed now and the way my living situation is i dont see it hapenning anytime soon.

i was originally going to go to college for cullinary arts, but that unravelled like the faded shirts that are in my closet. im not hurt by it, infact i feel nothing much about it at all. ive been told im a great writer as well because im descriptive and i know how to properly form a thought with words. but look at how many writers actually make it... what a dim glimpse into oblivion. i honestly dont know what to do with my life other than just live it day by day and bitch about s*** on here. and yet, through it all, i feel my only purpose in life is to smother it out person by person with my bare hands. or some sort of large sharp metal object.

now then, with my venting and online application for a job in article form with foul language having been said, im going to drink myself silly and fall asleep.