Here is how bad my situation sucks:

There is this field of work I want to get into. Have been looking at starting it for almost a year. It is interpreting via laptop for the Deaf. It is called C-Print. There is a huge demand for it. So my sister finds out today that I can get the training I need for it. It is one week long and a colleague of hers can guarantee $25 an hour. Could quit my job today and do it. Sounds perfect. I currently make a lowly 25,000 a year. It is ridiculous. I am suited for this. I took Interpreting and transliteration for the Deaf for 2 years. I love anything attached to a computer. I have studied Deaf culture and done a tiny bit of interpreting here and there. Here is where it sucks. It is out at North Harris County Community College. Might as well be on the other side of the world. I have no car and that is way out in BFE. That is not so bad. I could beg my friend Luellen to let me stay with her for a week and have her tote me and give her money to compensate. I will have a nice amount soon. Unfortunately, the employment would be out in BFE too... and I will still have no car.So I will continue to go to work at the bank and get ass raped jail style for little money.

Marilyn hates to repeat herself.

All day long the calls come in. If I ask for the date and the amount of your last deposit, I use the word and because I mean I want each piece of information in addition to the one fucking piece you decided to get me. Same goes for year and model of your car. If I ask for the last 8 digits on your card, I mean 8. That is why I didn't say 4. They don't even fucking rhyme!!! Eight does not sound like four. Why in god's name do I hear people counting? The numbers on a check card are in groups of four. Two of those is eight! My 9 year old has this down pat and has for quite a while. Yet continually have to listen to dumbasses counting the last 8 digits starting from the end. Do you have any idea how disturbing it is to listen to these assface's and look at their accounts and know they make 3 times what I make? I have to question, "what the hell is wrong with me?!!!? If this assface can clear 38k a year... forget it.. if this ass face can dress themselves in the morning without consulting a chart and clear 38k, and I make the hot steaming pile of 25k a year that I do, I am seriously flawed."

I might be PMSing. Maybe.
Fuck me.