So, im an unemployed 25 year old guy just starting to claw my way out of a 5-year depression plan (no fucking health insurance attached to this job, no way bob) My doctor tells me I should try some new pills, cus the fucking Zoloft did not work out and my councelor tries his best to not shout 'Get Over Yourself Asshat' every fucking tuesday afternoon. But thats all just fine and peachy compared to the FUCKING RETARD who is my welfare worker.
This guy honestly makes me so fucking angry I cant even begin to describe the sensation. Every fucking second I spend sitting next to him at the welfare place talking about 'My Situation' is one second closer me actually getting out of the fucking uncomfortable chairs and crushing his retarded fucking skull with the metal filecabinet behind him. This guy is the braintrust of all scandinavia if youd believe his ramblings about how great he his. This is the MORON who, before I started therapy, told me that if I dont 'Feel Good' then MAYBE I need to see a shrink. Oh Yeah? Oh Yeah. And since welfare doesnt cover that I SHOULD PAY FOR THE SESSIONS MYSELF with ALL THE EXTRA FUCKING money I have laying around SINCE IM ON WELFARE. This moment I think was the first time ever I actually felt my mind going numb and lightning started flashing just outside my field of vision. I was THIS close to going over to the red place, where you wake up in the middle of a room, covered in blood and you've lost 10 minutes of conscious thought.
This is the same stellar genius who didnt think to tell me that the welfare office MOVED to the next town over and had the nerve to give me attitude that I was late for the apointment. An apointment I would still have been waiting for had not some guy (janitor/social worker/god) walked by me in the waiting room and asking wtf I was doing there, you know I thought It was odd that I was there alone. Yes this ASSHOLE tells me I need to pay for my new pills, and then MAYBE if I show up with a full receipt and all the other fucking cards and shit then MAYBE he will give me extra money for it the NEXT FUCKING MONTH. Great idea genius, I hope you feel real fucking good about yourself when ure sitting at home actually getting food every day. I HATE YOU so much Im actually starting to treasure the feeling because its something apart from the usual mood of feeling like im just barely part of human society and that it would probably be better for everyone if I worked up the balls to rid them of my own pitiful existence.
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The story doesnt end here though, because just FOR ONCE on this planet some benevolent force of nature actually punished the wicked: I sit in the waiting room at the social office, waiting for one the two apointments I had with another secretary, before they tossed me back to the aforementioned retard again, when an Angry Young Man (generic) grabbed the arm of a passing worker and asked when The Retard was coming in, cus he was late for their apointment?
-Well Son, im sorry you came down here today because THE RETARD had a car accident on the way to work and wont be showing up for awhile.
...sometimes there is light at the end of the tunnel, hope u end up in a wheelchair motherfucker :mfinger:
This guy honestly makes me so fucking angry I cant even begin to describe the sensation. Every fucking second I spend sitting next to him at the welfare place talking about 'My Situation' is one second closer me actually getting out of the fucking uncomfortable chairs and crushing his retarded fucking skull with the metal filecabinet behind him. This guy is the braintrust of all scandinavia if youd believe his ramblings about how great he his. This is the MORON who, before I started therapy, told me that if I dont 'Feel Good' then MAYBE I need to see a shrink. Oh Yeah? Oh Yeah. And since welfare doesnt cover that I SHOULD PAY FOR THE SESSIONS MYSELF with ALL THE EXTRA FUCKING money I have laying around SINCE IM ON WELFARE. This moment I think was the first time ever I actually felt my mind going numb and lightning started flashing just outside my field of vision. I was THIS close to going over to the red place, where you wake up in the middle of a room, covered in blood and you've lost 10 minutes of conscious thought.
This is the same stellar genius who didnt think to tell me that the welfare office MOVED to the next town over and had the nerve to give me attitude that I was late for the apointment. An apointment I would still have been waiting for had not some guy (janitor/social worker/god) walked by me in the waiting room and asking wtf I was doing there, you know I thought It was odd that I was there alone. Yes this ASSHOLE tells me I need to pay for my new pills, and then MAYBE if I show up with a full receipt and all the other fucking cards and shit then MAYBE he will give me extra money for it the NEXT FUCKING MONTH. Great idea genius, I hope you feel real fucking good about yourself when ure sitting at home actually getting food every day. I HATE YOU so much Im actually starting to treasure the feeling because its something apart from the usual mood of feeling like im just barely part of human society and that it would probably be better for everyone if I worked up the balls to rid them of my own pitiful existence.
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The story doesnt end here though, because just FOR ONCE on this planet some benevolent force of nature actually punished the wicked: I sit in the waiting room at the social office, waiting for one the two apointments I had with another secretary, before they tossed me back to the aforementioned retard again, when an Angry Young Man (generic) grabbed the arm of a passing worker and asked when The Retard was coming in, cus he was late for their apointment?
-Well Son, im sorry you came down here today because THE RETARD had a car accident on the way to work and wont be showing up for awhile.
...sometimes there is light at the end of the tunnel, hope u end up in a wheelchair motherfucker :mfinger:
