Old People are Testing my Patience
I've fucked up in life. Maybe in my life past too? Why else would I be tasked with verbally assisting 70 year olds with their home networks, their home printers and various forms of Android and iOS mobile device management (completely blind!). I must've been a warlord or something in a past life, fuck. The only thing that's changed in my career is that the old people I help are richer now. I'm tired. So fucking tired.
My wife wants me to try separating my work and home life, but I just can't. I resent that this is my life. It's my own fault. I'm fucking stupid and anxious. I'm really jealous of people who can consistently better themselves in their scarce free time. I've tried, and I fucking suck at it. I can't follow a tutorials for shit. Also, I'm quitting school. I don't feel like doing shit after work. The most I can do is throw together a YouTube tutorial, but that's only because recording stuff is like the only thing in my life that makes me feel good. This a me problem. I brought this on myself.