Cutting it close.

    I'm one of those people who lives from paycheck to three days before paycheck. So, I'm just sitting on the edge of my seat, waiting for Thursday night after midnight. I'm cutting a few things close; I just had to cancel Netflix until payday, so it won't automatically bill me and make me overdrawn. I have a quarter of a tank left for my commute over the next day or two.
     I need to mentally and physically prepare myself for this weekend. I work up north at my part time job, then we have to go to state for Special Olympics basketball. I guess it was a good thing that I was chosen from my house to go. With the conversations I've had with my bosses, if someone asks me something stupid about my job performance, I might feel emboldened to give them a sarcastic answer.

     So, until things kick off, it's a lot of waiting with nothing much to watch. With that, I thought I'd watch some YouTube videos. I got into a wrestling circuit called Hoodslam. It has a homegrown, backyard feel, and the wrestlers and audience look like they're having fun. Very reminiscent of old ECW. What's more, some of the wrestlers are dressed like video game characters, especially those from the Street Fighter series. I guess I'll watch a few matches before playing GTA or Skyrim.

Uuuuhhh... shit... Yeah...

     Don't really know what to call this blog entry. Things are going semi-O.K., but things are also getting on my nerves. Seasonal depression is emotionally fist-fucking me. I have writer's block. At least I have income and hobbies to occupy me.

     My new coworker and I took our people to the annual prom that they have. We went to the Dairy Queen in Princeton (which is in Central Time - welcome to Indiana), and that's when I decided to give meds - before the dance. After the dance is when I gave the next round of meds. I've made friends with the new coworker and my friend, Jacqueline, was working there, too. While we were enjoying ourselves and watching over our people, someone from another home came up and said "Did you give them their early evening meds?" I said "Yeah, before we came here, at X:XX, our time." She said "Well, people have been coming up and asking me about that." I got mad and said "If they can't come to me and ask, they can't be too concerned about it. They should mind their own damned business. Tell them I said that, too." I talked to the head of HR about it, and she said that it's not just me, they do that to a lot of people, and there are a lot of tattletales.
     Tonight, my other coworker asked me about meds, and said she was told that I gave them before I even left the house (an hour and a half before I should have). I told her that I'm tired of gossips passing shit around like they're one giant human centipede and she can tell them that I said that. Also, I said it's starting to feel like harassment. I talked to my new coworker friend about it and she thinks it's crazy.
     From what I understand, in group home work, there's a lot of prejudice against male workers (being that it's female-dominated). I've come to understand that they tend to pick at male staff until they quit. If they're trying that shit, fuck those cunts! I'll hang on until they go crazy! I'll come flying out of every closet! Instead of lying low, I'll come out as a bisexual deistic satanic secular luciferian who will speak truth to bullshit! Fuck 'em! By next year, I will attend the prom in a purple prom dress! I will win this!

     I need to cool down by killing people in GTA Online.