That's cool that your first post is a reply to me. I feel like I'm in a maze and there's a hand of God that throws a cleaver down in front of me every time I make some progress toward the exit, the big storm that almost drowns me for everyone's entertainment. Maybe there's someone out there rooting for me while they're watching my life unfold on TV. Will I survive the storm and emerge victorious? Maybe so, but not by the wishes of those in my life. People close to me smugly describe my life as "rough" and so forth, all while having their little chuckle about it, never offering any real help. People at work purposefully give me minimal hours and pay with maximum workload.