Sixteen one
Just before Christmas, I had plenty of work. I could train AIs all day and make enough money to live on. I felt that it would be okay.
Then the AI work died. But my main gig started sending me plenty of work so I thought, well, maybe I'll get enough work I can even get some savings together and visit England for my sister's wedding.Then that went from feast to famine, just like it was in November-December.
Oh well, still more AI work with another site. I have hundreds of tasks there so I'll be ok--
Still, at least I have people to talk to who can see me through a really bad ti-- oh no, they're sick of me too. There's just me.
I feel like I have been squeezed so tight I don't even have any joy I can bring to anyone else. I had it. They felt I had it. Now they don't.
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I wish I was positive. I feel like I have lots of skill and talent. Lots of it. But no way to convince anyone they want to pay me money to express it.
I am thinking end of February I'm in a really bad place. I wish I was positive. I wish I didn't think my only option was to end my worthless life.
But everyone has just taken everything they wanted from me now. I don't have anything else.
posted by Dr Zen @ 3:06 pm
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