knawmean

sometimes I just don't understand myself. My recalcitrance has limits which boggle my mind. Every time I have a job I eventually end up telling my boss to fuck off, yet in school I always want to be liked by the instructors and staff. What the fuck is wrong with me. I can't believe how much of a kiss ass I can be in some situations and then go into punk ass mode in others.

Why the hell am I going to school anyway when what I really want to do is learn how to build something. I want to have a craft. Instead I'm wasting my time trying to get good grades in classes that are no replacement for real life experience. three month of on the jobe training would be all I needed to do any of the same jobs I'll be able to get after I have a degree, but companies don't hire people who don't have degrees in the first place.

Do I really need to have an A in statistics to be good at selling people insurance or whatever useless job I end up wasting my life doing until I'm 65 and too old to enjoy being retired, because dementia and alzheimers BOTH run in my family. No one in my family has ever died at an early age of a heart attack or stroke, but no one has be lucid past 70 either.

So I get to work hard at going to school to get a degree, so I can work more than fuul time on salary with no overtime compensation, so I can retire no more than five years before my life is effectively over. woot woot. bring it on.