Washington State DSHS, Bremerton gets one over on me.

(as copied from an old froend)

Sometimes, like you, well like you that you hold back in telling me a whole lot,

I get really down too.

A case worker at DSHS will not listen to me about that I don't work at UPS anymore, i don't get a weekly paycheck of 88.00 dollars.

It is important because he approves or disapproves my food stamps.

So he'll is going to disapprove my food stamps because the computer software he uses that shows verification of employment on the Internet says I still work for UPS and I got paid last week and every week since then 88.00 dollars.

So I asked him, if the systems says that, does that mean that someone is using my Social Security number and getting my paychecks and using my Identity? He doesn't see the importance of my question. He says he is using too much time on me when he is over worked and I should be working harder in looking for work.

f. *u. *c. *k it. So he is going to take away my food stamps.

F. *u. c. *k it. I'm tired too.

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Anyway, I'm getting a haircut, maybe, on Monday after the first interview

It's for free and hair going to the locks for love.

I bought a camera

Why can't the stinking kid believe me that i don't work for UPS anymore.
He says I need work crappy jobs like he did to put himself through college.
"Excuse me," I said at that first interview a few weeks ago, "I am 50 years old, an electrician, I have worked for Labor Ready for minimum wage picking up other peoples' trash or picking weeds."

He asked, "Have you even been to Work Source looking for work?"

He took away my food stamps. I wonder why i get so depressed.

If I make through the weekend without . . . . I need to speak to his bosses about this kid.

There is no reason for him treating me like he has

F. *u. c. *k it. I'm tired too.

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Sometimes I can't get the edit feature to work here. so I stopped trying. I think I'm burning up up lots of stuff. Doesn't really matter, anyone can see, doesn't really matter, nothing even matters to me . . .