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People no longer how to converse in a proper manner. I am so utterly fucking tired of trying to talk to you people...

Every time I share a story or express how a situation caused me to feel, you all automatically bring up something from your own experiences with no regard for the possibility that I might want to go further into it...

This applies to almost everyone I know. I think it would be healthy if everyone practiced this conversational format with everyone. It will be far more rewarding for both parties involved.

Essentially... The way real conversations work is there is supposed to be that one party expresses an experience they had.

The other party (if interested) expresses interest and asks to hear more about it. THEN (if appropriate!) the listening party inquires as to how the speaking party feels about this. Things such as what they felt during this time. It is also fairly common to inquire as to what kind of impact this has had on other situations in life.

When the listening party feels as though the speaker has expressed enough to seem complete, the listener can then relate to their story with their own experience.

THIS is how a CONVERSATION works.

Thank you. :D

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Since returning to the work force just a few months ago, my life has become so fucking stressful for ALL THE WRONG REASONS...

It began with when I was training in their city location, and this black girl kept calling me "Erica" and asking me about my "boyfriend" in very condecending tones... I'm not gay... "How much did your nose job cost???"

Then I came to the Hempstead office...

This young (and rather large) Puerto Rican girl enjoys blabbering away in spanish, putting on make up and snapping pictures of herself with her BlackBerry... Then, on two seperate occasions, she flashed two different co-workers- one of which I was able to see right up in my face. She also enjoys walking around with her jeans button unbuttoned, panties in full vew and allowing her over-sized stretch marked up the wazoo breasts hang out all over the place. Damned well close to sexual harassment- yes? Believe me, it's not attractive. AT ALL. If they were hot, it'd be one thing. But. Ugh. Oh, and upon two different occasions she brought BEER INTO THE OFFICE place, putting it into the fridge. What the fuck is that!?!?!

The general attitude of the office is just...it's just fucking crazy, ok? These women (who are not terribly attractive at all) have their bra straps, underwear, etc. hanging out over the place.

This young guy that works there, starts off every day by kissing them on the head. He fixes the shirts and bras of the young PR girl.

Mind you- I am all for decadence. I looove hedonistic endeavors- just not in the work place. In all seriousness, the Shooting Gallery once established at Killah's place is more professional than this joint. At least we had the common decencey to keep our clothes on. -.-

What is further amusing to me, is that I work the weekends at Phoenix House (a long term residential treatment center.) I work with anywhere from 95-100 crack and heroin addicts, running amok all over the place- and they are better well-behaved than these people.

Ok. That's it.

Done.

So far, my internship at the Ronk house is going pretty well. Well, seeing as yesterday as my first and only day.

They're smokin in their bed rooms. Flirting with girls. The behaviors are INSANE! I fuckin' love it!

I can't wait to go back this afternoon. :D

So. An update is in order, I suppose.

Let's see.

I went to the Ronk house yesterday, and the director agreed to let me start an unpaid internship there.

I am also looking for intra-company jobs, so I can make some money while interning. If it works out, I will return to school at some point to persue my CASAC.

Good stuff.

Who would have thought that it would take me to the point of total despair to make such a turn around?

Today is 3/26/10. It officially marks my date of entrance into P. House.

I hoped this day would never come.

I hoped that I wouldn't be here this long.

I wish I wasn't FUCKING HOMELESS!

What the fuck am I going to do? The job market sucks. Staff wants me out. What the fuck! I don't want to go to some glorified crack house and still live on DSS. That's no way to live. I don't want to say I'm better than that, but I need to hold myself up to some sort of standard.

Everyone that came in after me are completing before me. Why? Because I don't have a home to go to. It's a creepy, depressing feeling that I cannot shake.

Day by day it bothers me more and more. I'm having a negative reaction to it all and I feel like stabbing someone in the fucking face.

/done.

11:14am Eric
RUB IT ON YOUR CHEST

11:19am Jenee
WTF?

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11:16am Eric
TAKE OFF YOUR TOP!

11:16am Sue
what?

11:18am Eric
TAKE YOUR TOP OFF

WOOOO

11:18am Sue
what's going on?

11:19am Eric
ahh rub it on your chest

11:19am Sue
are u ok?

11:19am Eric
BOOF IT