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What has been going on?
11 years ago
(Please bear with me as I explain, it may be long, but read from the start and don't skip ahead)
To put it simply: Not much really.
I have not been able to get a proper job to be able to support myself, especially with rent, gas, insurance, and other bills I have to pay.
Allow me to elaborate.
During April, I couldn't take the pressure of living with my mother, so I moved out in May, moving in with my older brother with several promises and arrangements made to help me. However, it didn't happen that way and words that were promised of were not kept. I sighed and continued to push on through, in hopes that I can actually get SOME kind of job and I managed to land my worst possible choice: McDonalds.
yup, 8 years after leaving the first time, I went back to the very thing I hated the most. However, it was income! I had something to sustain myself for the time being! However, it did not please the older brother as he continues to complain about my pay and hours, yet I am paying him the amount I promised to him. After a quarrel, he chose to be a complete dick and charge me the 2 months of rent that I have failed to pay, even though he, himself had told me not to worry about so as long as I can get a job.
But why continue chewing me out to get another job? Why couldn't I find a better job? Simple: Experience.
I failed to acquire the experience for me to move up, however, he's hellbent that I can manage to get a job that pays just as much as his ($15 an hour at least) with no experience. I call bullshit...
Anyways, after paying him my rent, he continued to have these retarded "lectures" where it is a one-way lecture and wouldn't listen to what I have to say, so instead, I felt that there was no need to stay in the living space with him and his large family. To pay him and get bitched at? Really? Wow... okay...
Aside from moving from one living space to another, more promises were made here and there... I got sick of all these "promises" family member comes up with. But seriously... $300 a month? Fuck.... I can't even afford anything else with rent like that! I'd never charge family members with outstanding freakin' rent like that! That's just bullshit! Along the way, I realized that there isn't many "generous" type of people willing to lend a hand or two with people struggling between jobs and such. I can't afford my living arrangements as is and I can't afford much of anything else. I'm running out of options right now.
Oh! I forgot to mention! I'm also studying to be a computer engineer at the college! Impressive? I can fix, build, repair most PCs, and fix laptops (software base). However, since my skills at computer repairs is quite good, yet, why don't I make a living out of it?
It's kinda... complicated with me really...
I love to fix stuff, don't get me wrong, but I never like to put prices on any of my services because I don't feel comfortable doing it. It never does anyone good to do that and it hurts to charge people my services they can't seem to afford. To me, I'd never like charge people such things. It's never my passion to do that. Same goes for art. I LOVE to draw, yet lately, I haven't been able to put my thoughts to paper due to the lack of desks and good ol' scanners and such. I never liked putting prices on the things I do. I LOVE doing them and it's my passion! So why should I put a price on my skills and my passion? It never makes me happy to do it.
However, as I started to write this, I think I may have come up with a solution for my little issue in regards to putting prices for my skills and passion. I won't say it here of course since it may also start a revolution. However, I am not so sure how well it will develop overtime. But my heart is set on my passion, yet the depriving world is convinced that money will allow you to survive such trials and make you happy. Money doesn't really make me infinitely happy because it only allows me to do what I want, get what I want in exchange for the things I couldn't afford before.
So yeah, I'm currently living back with my mom who still is intent on having me watch over her mom like I was a sitter myself... ugh... oh well. At least the living space is BREATHEABLE at least with AC, so that's a plus! *wags* there's always a price to pay for the things you go through in life, family or not. People say, "that's just how the world is!".
...No... it isn't... It's people. People are responsible for the things that goes on in our world. This world, Earth, is not a person and isn't responsible for what I am going through. It's people...
ANYWAYS! That's all I have to share for now! I haven't written much lately and writing journals seems to be something that people ignore. I don't mind and for those that do read it: Thank you!
To put it simply: Not much really.
I have not been able to get a proper job to be able to support myself, especially with rent, gas, insurance, and other bills I have to pay.
Allow me to elaborate.
During April, I couldn't take the pressure of living with my mother, so I moved out in May, moving in with my older brother with several promises and arrangements made to help me. However, it didn't happen that way and words that were promised of were not kept. I sighed and continued to push on through, in hopes that I can actually get SOME kind of job and I managed to land my worst possible choice: McDonalds.
yup, 8 years after leaving the first time, I went back to the very thing I hated the most. However, it was income! I had something to sustain myself for the time being! However, it did not please the older brother as he continues to complain about my pay and hours, yet I am paying him the amount I promised to him. After a quarrel, he chose to be a complete dick and charge me the 2 months of rent that I have failed to pay, even though he, himself had told me not to worry about so as long as I can get a job.
But why continue chewing me out to get another job? Why couldn't I find a better job? Simple: Experience.
I failed to acquire the experience for me to move up, however, he's hellbent that I can manage to get a job that pays just as much as his ($15 an hour at least) with no experience. I call bullshit...
Anyways, after paying him my rent, he continued to have these retarded "lectures" where it is a one-way lecture and wouldn't listen to what I have to say, so instead, I felt that there was no need to stay in the living space with him and his large family. To pay him and get bitched at? Really? Wow... okay...
Aside from moving from one living space to another, more promises were made here and there... I got sick of all these "promises" family member comes up with. But seriously... $300 a month? Fuck.... I can't even afford anything else with rent like that! I'd never charge family members with outstanding freakin' rent like that! That's just bullshit! Along the way, I realized that there isn't many "generous" type of people willing to lend a hand or two with people struggling between jobs and such. I can't afford my living arrangements as is and I can't afford much of anything else. I'm running out of options right now.
Oh! I forgot to mention! I'm also studying to be a computer engineer at the college! Impressive? I can fix, build, repair most PCs, and fix laptops (software base). However, since my skills at computer repairs is quite good, yet, why don't I make a living out of it?
It's kinda... complicated with me really...
I love to fix stuff, don't get me wrong, but I never like to put prices on any of my services because I don't feel comfortable doing it. It never does anyone good to do that and it hurts to charge people my services they can't seem to afford. To me, I'd never like charge people such things. It's never my passion to do that. Same goes for art. I LOVE to draw, yet lately, I haven't been able to put my thoughts to paper due to the lack of desks and good ol' scanners and such. I never liked putting prices on the things I do. I LOVE doing them and it's my passion! So why should I put a price on my skills and my passion? It never makes me happy to do it.
However, as I started to write this, I think I may have come up with a solution for my little issue in regards to putting prices for my skills and passion. I won't say it here of course since it may also start a revolution. However, I am not so sure how well it will develop overtime. But my heart is set on my passion, yet the depriving world is convinced that money will allow you to survive such trials and make you happy. Money doesn't really make me infinitely happy because it only allows me to do what I want, get what I want in exchange for the things I couldn't afford before.
So yeah, I'm currently living back with my mom who still is intent on having me watch over her mom like I was a sitter myself... ugh... oh well. At least the living space is BREATHEABLE at least with AC, so that's a plus! *wags* there's always a price to pay for the things you go through in life, family or not. People say, "that's just how the world is!".
...No... it isn't... It's people. People are responsible for the things that goes on in our world. This world, Earth, is not a person and isn't responsible for what I am going through. It's people...
ANYWAYS! That's all I have to share for now! I haven't written much lately and writing journals seems to be something that people ignore. I don't mind and for those that do read it: Thank you!
Find a computer repair shop that's hiring and work for them. That way it's the shop that's charging customers, not you.
You need experience to get a job, you need a job to get experience. Maybe you could sell some socially-minded employer on your previous repairs as volunteer experience? Some employers take "volunteer work" into account.