I have the Right To Work

I have a list of discrimination on the part of companies that refuse to hire disabled people. Except for that insurance company that offers work-life balance. This has to wait until I monetize my blog, which is a yearly fee. I’m trying to write lots of copy to make sure that I can earn at least 100 dollars by 2/28/18. I’m going to file a complaint against my old company that let me go for no good reason as well as deleted my work record which was proof I did something for them. They claimed I didn’t get enough done, oh I’m sorry, that’s an unjust lie I’m calling them out in public for.

All I want is a freakin’ part-time job at a Pretzel store without being scrutinized as “oh I have a disability.” For this to happen, I have to quit being chicken and turn in all my applications in person. I also have to go back to GNC to see about getting an interview. GNC is a great pre-medical school job because I get to learn about natural medicine stuff. Now I’m the biggest skeptic on the planet, but Reiki has happened to heal my knee. It is bending more, it is functional, and it is finally on the mend. This healing process has taken two long years, too long. For the insurance job I have to pay up. I need to make an extra $100 of copywriting this month in order to monetize my blog. The blood test will help a lot with you guessed it, $100 of extra income. Yes, I have a disability. I can more or less sleep at night. But I do wake up often, and I’m just waiting on winning the middle of the night blood sugar testing battles.

It is an ingrained habit I learned how to do on my own. I can wake myself up, goddamn it. I frankly, am sick to death of companies messing around with me. I feel like nobody will hire me because of my disability. Of course, that might be family brainwashing kicking in. I endured being an Uber driver, until I got into an accident. That just shows I had the balls to do it. Nobody in the Ex’s family bothered to say, oh you were brave for trying. Just, “it wasn’t a good fit,” oh I’m sorry, I made 10 trips, I got a bonus. I sold my car in that same month.

I had to break up with somebody only because it wasn’t working, and my energy was being fed on. I only hang out with stable people, who acknowledge their illnesses. I have plenty of stable friends these days. So yeah, I only hang out with people who take their meds. That is the bottom-line for you medication skippers who enjoy making yourselves unstable. Hypocrite is too big of a word for them since they were the ones who preached medication taking daily to me when I would skip my meds. But now I’m stable because I’m consistent. Don’t you dare fuck yourself up again.