After this week I’ll be half way. And it’s not looking great. Still looking for a job. Still hitting that wall. The job I was most interested in recently gave me the rejection email about an hour ago. Like I said, I doesn’t matter how good I think the interview went. It always ends the same. Today’s interview was so so. So I should be expecting a rejection email any day now then. I’m kinda ok with that. Just another crappy warehouse AMR company. Those seem like really boring jobs. And it is 90% traveling. Don’t really want to deal with that. They also gave the weirdest last question. How much does an airplane weigh? I just guessed and said 2-3 tons. I didn’t think about it too hard. I guess it was meant to test my “problem solving” thought process or something but it was just a random ass question. If anything is getting me the rejection email, that’s probably it.
Work last week was abysmal. Stupid fucking bullshit pretty much every day. Dealing with annoying co workers that piss off everyone and put them in a bad mood. Restless sleep each night that just made me tired the next day. I’ve got a feeling it’s just going to get worse and worse. Or at least that’s the feeling.
Got the most depressing news a couple days ago. A friend of mine, lets call him Z, who I haven’t heard from for almost a year and half popped back up. Apparently he wanted to see a friend, lets call him S, of ours out of the blue. He was very insistent on visiting them. Turns out the guy Z is staying with, another friend (let’s call him B) of mine I haven’t talked to in years, wants him to move out by April. Z just got out of the psych ward too. Seems like he’s been moving from friend to friend, probably having a bad mental episode the entire time. Now B just wants him out and S thinks Z is trying to get him to take him in. Z doesn’t have anyone. He’s pretty much estranged from his family hence why he’s been staying with friends this whole time. The whole thing just makes me sad. He probably has schizophrenia or paranoid delusion disorder. I remember him talking about how people were following him and watching him and stuff. We probably should’ve done something about it at the time, but we didn’t. S obviously doesn’t want him staying with him. He doesn’t have the living space and is pretty mad at Z for “abandoning” the friend group all that time ago. I tried to explain that when you’re having an episode your brain is just broken. You can’t blame him for acting erratic or cutting people off. That still didn’t change S’s mind, which like I said I don’t blame him. I hate to say it, but Z is probably going to end up one of those homeless people with mental disorders. No hope of making a living for themselves or finding a home. When you have a disease like that and no support system, you usually end up that way. It’s something I’m scared of ending up as with my Bipolar. I’m lucky to have a family that had me when I went through my first manic episode. As much as I complain about them. It really hurts cause Z was the one who introduced me to S and the others. He worked with B and I at the pizza shop back at A&M. I remember enjoying the few shifts we had together. Now he’ll probably be roaming the streets in some state a thousand miles away from any person who’d help him. I just hope he finds some guardian angel that will look after him. He needs it.
Can’t remember if I’ve posted this recently. I feel like I might have, but I’ll do it again. Still waiting for that karma.