Distressed
A page in the diary "A Day in the Life Of..."
Written by babz 5. Mar 2008 11:47 AM
Once again, the rug has been pulled out from under my feet. I hadn't heard from my new manager about when my first shift was, so I called to find out - she has given my job to someone else. I am crushed. I know I shouldn't be, its just a job (a pretty crappy one at that), but I can't help it.
I can't handle rejection very well, plus I really need a job - I have about $100 I can easily access. With the price of petrol that would last about 2 weeks, so its back to public transport for me - that doesn't bother me too much. It also means no more skating which hurts so badly because it's the only thing in this crappy life which makes me happy and gives me some peace from this fucked up disease. What hurts the most though is that I have to stop sponsoring my child - I've been there and I know how much this girl needs it, and I'm letting her down too.
I can't apply for any more jobs. I'm a sensitive person and I can't handle anymore rejection. The reason I started working when I was 15 was so that I would have lots of experience so when I was looking for work whilst at uni I would be attractive to employers. I'm 20 with 6 years of work experience, yet nobody will hire me because I have BPD/bipolar and scars all over my arms. They don't care that I work hard, they don't care that I'm reliable and dedicated, they don't care that I have a great work ethic, all they care is that I'm a crazy girl. Maybe they're right. Maybe I am crazy at the moment, but I won't be crazy for the rest of my life. That doesn't matter though, because they'll just look at the scars and think that I'm crazy, a psycho.
I don't want to play this game anymore, it's not fun. It hurts. I quit.