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The work problems continue. I've wrenched out my back again. The doctor gave me some anti-inflammatories and told me to take it easy. I swear to god the brakes on my work van are going to fail any day now and the transmission will probably drop out. But will they fix it? Fuck no. My life is apparently not worth the auto repair bill. Cocksuckers... Half the staff is currently ready to walk out, myself included. Thank fuck I'm not going to be there much longer.

The candidate I voted for (mentioned in the previous journal) did actually win. Unfortunately it still doesn't matter.

I applied for a new job. Wish me luck. I really want it.

I have so much to do to get ready...