I don't know what to believe anymore. I have over 130 watchers. dA stats tell me I get anywhere from 20-40 pageviews a day. My visitor's box only shows one to three people visiting a day. But I have nowhere else to be heard by anyone, so I continue to speak in these journals since I have no friends to talk to or even anyone actually wondering about me at all. But, regardless, here's a journal.
I was hired by Volt Workforce Solutions as a Part Time Contractor for a job at REI's Distribution center here in Sumner, WA. The place my brother works. I worked not even a total of seven days. I suffered debilitating foot and leg pain and could not keep up with the hours demanded. After several days over two weeks, they told me they "Considered my Assignment completed." A fancy way of saying don't come back. Shortly after, I developed a blister underneath the nail of my left foot's big toe, detaching the nail and narrowly avoided infection. I've had to drain the bastard every day for the last couple weeks, and now keep the nail tied down so I don't risk ripping the entire thing off while it grows itself back. At the same time, I developed a Hematoma under my right foot's big toe nail. It is now a very nice shade of black. Thank you, REI.
Good news for a change. I managed to get my old job at Lowe's back. My old HR Manager offered me the position at a slightly higher pay than a year ago. .26 cents more to be exact. I'll be going back to exactly what I was doing before Kristina left me and my life went to shit. Fifteen to twenty five hours a week unloading freight off a truck at night, and other things. At least it's something I know and it's a steady paycheck. Which leads me to the other problems.
Money. Because of what happened one year ago, my mother has been forced to pay for my bills. And I've seen her account details. At the end of the month we have literally nothing. Our plan to sell the house to get money? We can't sell the house. Our roof has a mold infestation. A Realtor doesn't want to sell a house that has a problem like that. We can't pay for a new roof, so we thought about getting a loan to pay for the roof, and then when the house sells we'll pay it off. We can't get a loan because my mother's name isn't on the house, it's my deceased grandparent's. No loan, no money, no roof, no house selling, no money. We're stuck.
Personally? My life is nothing but my god damned desk. I have no friends. No one wants to bother, so I continue to be completely alone. My doctor told me I show signs of Hypertension in my blood pressure, and every night never fails. I lay down, I look across my room and I stare at the drawings I have framed. The drawings of me and the one I used to know. I remember all the great memories I had and remind myself I'll never have them back. I'm reminded every night that I'm alone and unwanted and will never be happy again. So long story short, the world hate's me and I hate the world.