10:40 am a cup of hot water in front of me.
I have an appointment at the jobcentre at 1:30 today.
I’m not looking forward to it...I never look forward to it.
I always see my appointments…always worry extremely about them even though it’s always okay.
I always think the worst is going to happen like my work coach will kill me, even though she is the sweetest person alive and that probably won’t happen. It’s not only when I know I’m going to be late(which I won’t be today)
(update: I wasn’t, but it was touch and go)
It’s every time I have an appointment, that’s why I know I need to be done with the jobcentre and also why I know I need to move out. Both of those things probably won’t happen this month or next.
I hope it happens soon.
Eleven minutes, see you when I see you.
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