To be honest, right now I don't feel up to answer questions. I'm sorry, but today has been fucking rough so I'm probably going to take a day off this site.
If you were an Animagus, which animal would you choose and why? Also, would your Animagus be registered or unregistered and why?
Would you ever have an iced drink in a coffee shop?
Provided it was a soda-based drink I liked (e.g. Pepsi, Coke, IRN BRU, MTN Dew, etc) or some kind of fruit based drink (e.g. apple/pineapple/orange juice), then sure.
Would you tea, in a coffee shop?
Can I just point out, "tea" and "coffee" are not verbs, rather they are nouns.And no, I'm not a fan of tea.
From sharing my creative projects with work colleagues? No, never. Half the time, they don't give two shits. The rest of the time, they like what I do. I still prefer keeping the two worlds separate.
How long do you leave it before telling a new friend/coworker about your work online?
I try not to at all, but it usually slips out in conversation without me really thinking about it. I prefer keeping my work life and private life separate.
Is depression a factor in your search for a job?
The lack of having a job is an aspect of my depression, especially when ignorant cunts assume people like me - hardworking peeps just trying to get into a job we can do well - are just money-grubbing, lazy twats. Do you know what the rate of overspending due to benefit fraud is in the UK? 0.8%. Just 0.8-fucking-percent, with only an estimated 3.4% of that being through JSA fraud. You know what causes 99.2% of the over spending in the UK? Government error. The simple fact is, the Government - especially the Conservatives with their pet Librador - have done a great of convincing the people of this country that non-white immigrants, the disabled and the unemployed are the biggest causes of the major problems in this country. So because people are such stupid, gullible sheep, I get looked down on and disrespected because I'm not in a job yet. I was made redundant in 2012 when the store I worked in was closed. I didn't want to leave - I fucking loved that job. It didn't pay a huge amount (£6.10 p/h) but I fucking loved that job. So when people ask me "why aren't you working yet?" my answer is always the same."Fuck you; I'm fucking trying."Here's the thing. It's not about jumping into any fucking job. I've worked in a factory. I've worked for the Inland Revenue (HMRC). I've worked for stores and I've worked for schools. I know what skills I have and what I can offer. I'm trying to get a job where I can offer something and not only secure my place in that play of employ, but also excel. I'm looking for a career. That's why I'm studying so much right now, from Business Admin to studying my PTLLS for teaching.The fact is when people judge me for not being employed yet, I want to just fucking stab myself in the face until all that's left is the delirium from the lack of blood. I'm not suicidal by nature - I fucking love being alive, but god fucking damn people make me want to die.