Life --A Brief Update

Hello Mr Science Monitor, 'Tis been long since I last wrote in ye. Just when I was getting used to being happy I got a job. I work for the number two retailer in the United States of America: Home Depot. Since apparently "free-lance programming" isn't a real job the only position they could offer me was "Lot Tech", a position that truly sounds nicer on paper. While other people save lives, build stuff, or teach; I push fucking shopping carts for a living. A fucking retarded monkey can do my job. I am a replaceable part of Home Depot, and all the other associates are happy to remind me of that. The only enjoyable part of my day is when I sneak inside the store to help customers --something most of the other associates hate to do. Too bad nobody fucking notices. To keep this short: I hate my fucking job. The only good thing about having a job is getting paid. I now have some disposable income, and frankly I have no fucking clue on what to spend it. Amazon.com is my friend, since I don't have time to go "shopping". Sometimes I feel that my only duty as a human being in this world is to take up space, a thing I'm really good at considering how fat I am. To sum it all up: I'm not happy. Emo, you may ask? Fuck you, I might answer. I'm just realizing that I'm not that far away from being twenty and I've got nothing going on for me. Not a suicide note. Love, Glenn