Things weren't all that bad in reality, but it sure did feel like it. I couldn't really place just why.
Part of the problem was, I got depressed again. No, wait, that was the whole problem. Transgurl had run out of steam. I was still dealing with legal problems from July '05. I could have been sent back to jail for two and a half months at the drop of a hat. I was Doubt-y. And I only saw Connie a couple hours on weekdays; I was working at Goodwill for free every night because I had-ta. That last bit was the kicker.
Connie and I once volunteered a couple of Wednesdays at a different thrift store. A few of our co-volunteers made the experience less fun for us than it could have been, so we stopped going. But otherwise it helped me get out of the house, and we both love helping out folks who are even poorer than we are.
But at Goodwill, I felt like Little Miss Criminal in the Blue Criminal's Apron for Criminals or something the whole time. It might have been only my own insecurity toying with me, but only a few red-aprons interacted with me regarding anything beyond business. (And they were great folks, those non-judgmental red-aprons.)
So yeah, anyway, that's done. No more fine; I paid the community back for my crime by instead hanging up used clothes! Ah well. My probation should end very soon now, and that will make it much easier to become employed at all. Employment is good. A necessary evil at worst. It pays for hair removal. Internet. And miscellanea like rent and food.
Yay, welcome back! Depression and blogging don't seem to mix somehow (unless it's Livejournal, zing!).
I am glad that you have atoned for the wrong you have done to society by putting clothing on hangars. Would it have been better if you'd embroirdered a big C on your apron? I wish I could get those who have wronged me to put my clothes on hangars, my room would be less of a mess. Ok, enough corny jokes.
Employment could be cool. You might meet some good people. Plus, like you said, you can get back on track with things. Fingers crossed on the probation!
It does seem kinda anticlimactic. You'd think "community service" would entail something a bit more meaningful than helping make a privately owned store (that just happens to be a bit charitable) look tidy for its customers.
While I like their stated mission, Goodwill's a really common way to just get one's "hours" in. *sigh*
Hookay. My PO doesn't want to ask his supervisor for my early release until late November/early December. He says it will give me a better chance of getting that. If I don't get it then (not a sure thing), it'll be next December. Yay!
Things weren't all that bad in reality, but it sure did feel like it. I couldn't really place just why.
Part of the problem was, I got depressed again. No, wait, that was the whole problem. Transgurl had run out of steam. I was still dealing with legal problems from July '05. I could have been sent back to jail for two and a half months at the drop of a hat. I was Doubt-y. And I only saw Connie a couple hours on weekdays; I was working at Goodwill for free every night because I had-ta. That last bit was the kicker.
Connie and I once volunteered a couple of Wednesdays at a different thrift store. A few of our co-volunteers made the experience less fun for us than it could have been, so we stopped going. But otherwise it helped me get out of the house, and we both love helping out folks who are even poorer than we are.
But at Goodwill, I felt like Little Miss Criminal in the Blue Criminal's Apron for Criminals or something the whole time. It might have been only my own insecurity toying with me, but only a few red-aprons interacted with me regarding anything beyond business. (And they were great folks, those non-judgmental red-aprons.)
So yeah, anyway, that's done. No more fine; I paid the community back for my crime by instead hanging up used clothes! Ah well. My probation should end very soon now, and that will make it much easier to become employed at all. Employment is good. A necessary evil at worst. It pays for hair removal. Internet. And miscellanea like rent and food.
Posted in misc, transition, weblog by Milla | Comments (3)
Yay, welcome back! Depression and blogging don't seem to mix somehow (unless it's Livejournal, zing!).
I am glad that you have atoned for the wrong you have done to society by putting clothing on hangars. Would it have been better if you'd embroirdered a big C on your apron? I wish I could get those who have wronged me to put my clothes on hangars, my room would be less of a mess. Ok, enough corny jokes.
Employment could be cool. You might meet some good people. Plus, like you said, you can get back on track with things. Fingers crossed on the probation!
Posted by patita at September 15, 2006 02:02 PM
Hee, thanks.
It does seem kinda anticlimactic. You'd think "community service" would entail something a bit more meaningful than helping make a privately owned store (that just happens to be a bit charitable) look tidy for its customers.
While I like their stated mission, Goodwill's a really common way to just get one's "hours" in. *sigh*
Posted by Milla at September 15, 2006 11:58 PM
Hookay. My PO doesn't want to ask his supervisor for my early release until late November/early December. He says it will give me a better chance of getting that. If I don't get it then (not a sure thing), it'll be next December. Yay!
Posted by Milla at September 23, 2006 03:04 AM