This housewife life isn’t for me! I can’t fucking wait till I can start working in this bloody country. I’m more than this. Way more than a common housewife. I’m not one to stay home, cook and clean. BLAH! This life isn’t for me. I’m built for retail. I don’t have much for brains; and what I do have is constantly clouded by pot. But I’m was fastest fucking worker at my store. Customers and Coworkers alike had to get the fuck out of my way when I was throwing the load. Don’t get in my way, I won’t stop.
Lately I’ve had no motivation for anything. It’s depressing. I’m used to pushing myself at a very physically demanding job. I’d be the only chick working nightcrew (Except for our Nightcrew chief who was a woman) I’m 110 lbs. , 5.1” and female, thus I have little to no testosterone (Though Bat is sure I have more than most chicks, based on my attitude and my fight..also, part of me is sure I was meant to be a guy, but I’m stuck in this defective, female body..thought of sex change still gets me at times. And yes, Bat and I have talked about it) But I like to compete with the guys. I don’t tell them I am, it’s more of a personal thing. I like to see what they can do and then see if I can do it too. For example, I can’t lift a skid over my head like the guys can do but I can stack 10 skids one on top of the other without any help. At least I was able to 8 months ago, before I jumped on the plane to come to Washington where I haven’t been working or doing too much physically. Even when Bat and I play fight and wrestle, I can feel it. I’m not nearly as strong as I was. I used to be able to do 300 lifts, each arm with a 10 lbs. weight no problem. Not anymore. I feel like a weak female now. Just like all the rest. Even my hands are soft…I miss when they were rough, calloused and cracked, the hard work showed and it gave me something to be proud of.
I can’t wait till this immigration stuff is taken care of…I need to work…
later,
-Wolfy
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