I hate my neighbors. I don't usually hate people, far too much bother and bad karma to boot, but these specimen of human beings just keep crossing each and every line ever invented by mankind ... not only are their brats keeping the entire house awake 24/7, now they find it amusing to stage a loud discussion about how unemployed people are lazy old slobs who don't want to work right beneath my window. Like I hadn't been trying! I can't help the fact that German cities cut down on the cultural programme when they run out of money, killing jobs for people like me, and I can't help the fact I'm not accepted for simple (yet paying) jobs either because they don't employ people with college degrees as a rule, for fear of losing them to better jobs right away ... it's not that I wasn't applying for each and every job available, no matter how crappy. This isn't the '90s with plenty of jobs available for those who care to apply. It's driving me insane, I WANT a job, for f***s sake! Like I enjoy being stuck here all freaking day without a car and without money. Honestly, if it weren't for my dolls, I would have lost my mind already. At least I can sew and make things for them without having to spend a fortune I don't have on supplies. I can't wait for next month when I can hopefully at least start yet another post-grad training. I need something to DO. And I can't stand people who aren't even able to form a correct sentence in their native language calling me a sluggard behind my back.