80 to 0 like a car accident

my community service is bullshit! i went with an open mind-fully believing on a cosmic level i DO deserve this, and that i will get some meaningful experience out of it. yeah. so i show up at which point i realize-this isn’t a womens shelter-its an everybody shelter. (if everybody just woke up and said "i dont feel like doing jack-shit anymore so im not gonna!!!") these people were assholes. they sat around being worthless and watching me while i hauled their shit around, cleaned up after them... i kills me that the taxes i pay help to support them sitting around doing (cannot stress it enough) absolutely nothing while im there supposedly paying for something i did wrong. i was told-actually told-i needed to check myself for lice in the coming days for being in contact with their bedding. why you ask? because these people get clean sheets every day, three meals, entertainment, etc... i lived in a similar situation when i was fourteen and we did EVERYTHING for ourselves-cooking, cleaning, laundry-everything. to make matters better HA! the radio in the laundry roon was set to some bullshit christian radio station. i asked to change it and got ALL kinds of attitude for even suggesting that a secular radio station might be a better choice. the whole place is "crazy christian" and guess when i go back? next sunday-EASTER SUNDAY! i can only imagine... im exhausted because for ten days my schedule goes a little something like this-comm service, work/school, interlock/work, work/school, probation officer/work, work, work, comm service, work/school, comm service. shoot me... i go get the interlock installed tommorrow and someone thought i should go hang out tonight since its st. patricks. sounds like fun-sure. im weirded out by having to actually go see a probabtion officer. i feel like lady (from lady and the tramp) when she ends up in the shelter. like-how did this all happen? oh yeah...cause i was stupid. with the ways things are going i will surely end up with the lice. its going to be a long year...