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wp-1485298089762.jpgSo I thought I would throw a few subjects together because they all seem interrelated.

First of all, as many of you know, I have entered Phase 2 of this treatment program, which means about 15 less groups and mainly work.

Well, my job at the grounds keeping facility is, in fact, no job at all.  The majority of the time we sit in the maintenance building and watch tv!

Yeah, exactly.  I am like wtf?  This is supposed to be work therapy.  I don’t know if I am going to be able to do nothing for the next two months.  Some of the guys around here seem to think I shouldn’t complain.  Well, I’m not some of those guys.

First of all, an honest days pay for an honest days work.  Second of all, I’m bored to hell!  Apparently this happens with a lot of the Therapy Jobs.  They have assigned one guy the bowling alley, and the bowling alley has been broken for three months!  Other guys spend their day trying to hide until their shifts are over.  There’s something completely wrong when supervisors are not holding us accountable for our Work Therapy end of treatment.  Just sayin’.

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My other topic is I am getting sick and tired of some of these dudes here.  I know, it sounds awful.  But man, just to hear the voices of some of these whiners and shit-talkers is fraying my patience.  Looking at some of them is no better.

I know, I have to check my attitude and find a way to get spiritual about this.  I am just sick of people complaining about everything.  I am sick of people talking behind other people’s backs, then smiling to their faces.  Ugh, and you wonder why I have trouble making friends.

Oh, and it was priceless earlier.  There I was typing away and not 20 feet inside the tv room was one of my “friends” bashing me to a new resident (who was with us both at the other program).  I was like “I heard my name, did you need me?”  A bunch of bumbling followed.  Back stabbing asswipe!

Anyway.  I’ve got to do some gut checking here because both the residents, and this bogus job, have been bugging me out for the past two days.  I can’t seem to get my head right.  Maybe I should just go back to having my air of complete indifference?  I dunno.  Just some miscellany I’m tossing around.