I’m halfway through my training course. It’s a dumpster fire, for sure. Exam is coming near end of April, no idea if any of us will pass. Most of the class doesn’t seem to care that much. The training is paid, so there’s not much skin in the game. I’m the oldest guy there, twice the age of most of them. I don’t know if that’s going to work for, or against me.
I don’t have the energy to write much. I’m up early to be at work for 8am, which isn’t that early. By the time I’m done… I’m done. Still not having a home is depressing, and the market is getting worse. I’m using more sedatives and hypnotics than I can get hold of, and falling back in to drinking just to get by.
The reality of my new “career” is setting in, along with it, the acceptance that I’ll always be broke and retirement will only come when I’ve lived my last day. I feel like the second chance is turning into a cruel ruse to try to keep me alive a little longer.
I’ll try to be here more, but it’s hard when I hit that point of not caring. I had to renew my hosting last week, and it damn near broke me financially and mentally. Not on a hot streak recently. Tell me something to cheer me up?