Lost and Hopeless

Well, I can kiss my dreams of a fancy-ass career goodbye. I did the first module of my course and took the self-test at the end. And for the most part, I am fucked! I really don't think I am going to do well at all. I missed the point completely. I am also getting no compensation on not having the CICA Handbook. I am pretty much told to lump it. The coffee table we got today is not the one we ordered. Lee picked out the wrong ice cream. And the hits just keep on coming.

The last two really are just trivial. But...maybe, just maybe, I don't have what it takes. Maybe I really should not be in this course. Maybe those feelings of inadequacy and fear that I have been feeling have been trying to tell me something. I have passed the point of dropping out, maybe I should just make my crash and burn a good one.