A door slammed in my face
May. 26th, 2005 12:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
matrixrefugee...So I'm looking for a window now.
I'm typing this at the library here in town: I've just been enquiring about getting a volunteer position helping out with the summer reading program for the kids department... No such luck: The children's librarian told me very politely that they take volunteers "only for large events like our Teddy Bears' Picnic", and that they have all the help they need for the smaller projects. Translation: We're trying to keep out the pedophiles, even if that means shutting out perfectly harmless decent people. [Ranting] Do I look like a pedophile?! I'm female, goddammit, regardless of the fact that I wear a man's shirt (I'm more comfortable in them). Go ahead, run a background check, interview the parents of the little girl I helped my mother with for ten years. I'm clean as the driven snow.
To the pedophiles: Thanks for fucking up not only my mothers' life, but also my own life, as well as my local diocease. I hope God sends me to hell so I can spend eternity hacking off your fucking dicks and forcing you all to *EAT* them.[/ranting]
Sorry I'm so furious about this. I've been told by professionals that my emotions seem to be wired really, really strongly, and that I feel my feelings much more powerfully than so-called normal people do. I was just really counting on this as a way in to getting the library job I seem to be wired for.
So, my next step is to go to the Town Hall and see if they have any postings for job openings at the library. After I do a little shopping therapy downtown: I'm getting one of my birthday presents for myself, namely that set of "Sandman" figurines I saw at Larry's Comics a couple weeks back.
Edited at 9.34 p.m. to add: I forgot to add my "[ranting]" tags in the right places. Sorry about that, folks!
I'm typing this at the library here in town: I've just been enquiring about getting a volunteer position helping out with the summer reading program for the kids department... No such luck: The children's librarian told me very politely that they take volunteers "only for large events like our Teddy Bears' Picnic", and that they have all the help they need for the smaller projects. Translation: We're trying to keep out the pedophiles, even if that means shutting out perfectly harmless decent people. [Ranting] Do I look like a pedophile?! I'm female, goddammit, regardless of the fact that I wear a man's shirt (I'm more comfortable in them). Go ahead, run a background check, interview the parents of the little girl I helped my mother with for ten years. I'm clean as the driven snow.
To the pedophiles: Thanks for fucking up not only my mothers' life, but also my own life, as well as my local diocease. I hope God sends me to hell so I can spend eternity hacking off your fucking dicks and forcing you all to *EAT* them.[/ranting]
Sorry I'm so furious about this. I've been told by professionals that my emotions seem to be wired really, really strongly, and that I feel my feelings much more powerfully than so-called normal people do. I was just really counting on this as a way in to getting the library job I seem to be wired for.
So, my next step is to go to the Town Hall and see if they have any postings for job openings at the library. After I do a little shopping therapy downtown: I'm getting one of my birthday presents for myself, namely that set of "Sandman" figurines I saw at Larry's Comics a couple weeks back.
Edited at 9.34 p.m. to add: I forgot to add my "[ranting]" tags in the right places. Sorry about that, folks!
