Today, I am telemarketing and a call to some Risk Management company pops up and the prompt on my computer screen tells me to ask for this particular man's "personal ass," much to the delight of my inner twelve year old (photo of computer screen provided).
So. Anyway.
After work I go to the office of a remarkable lady who is helping me find assistance in transitioning back into mainstream society.
She gives me a bike pump for the broken donated bike I have locked up beside the library. She gives me some donated shirts and a jacket. And I thank her profusely.
Afterwards, I stop by the library to visit my bike and find that somebody has removed and apparently stolen the seat.
Thanks a lot, motherfuckers.
You stole a piece of shit seat from a donated bike.
Sometimes I am amazed by people.
So.
After leaving the bike, I swing by the store to see if the girl from the bus is working, but she isn't.
I know I should have spent some time at the library being productive but I opted for the bus and an early return to the shelter.
Just ate dinner.
Some Guy passed out in the dinner line and they continued to serve dinner as people stepped around his body and the ambulance came.
Looks like he's going to live.
And now, I am on my bed.
If I weren't typing this, I'd be staring into space.
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