it hit today as I was working with nick's dad that I should have picked a job that involves numbers; I am good at math, I am especially good at percentages and fractions... however I choose to be a spanish teacher and I can't even fucking speak spanish. I am an idiot, a fucking idiot, who will never excell at his job because he has failed to highlight his strengths...
welcome to poverty mr. donoghue... oh wait, I have been living here for years...