Work is low, the job hunt is futile, have a real good ventable moment that angered me to whine about today. So I went to the local knockoff dollar store I recently discovered in hopes to pick up some paint for furniture, and maybe some retro candy since they're the only place that sells it. So one of the workers spends all her time fucking following me around in hopes of playing lp catching me steal, ffs I had no intention to steal, it reminded me of the hardcore profiling I'd experience when I lived in the city and dared wandered out of the hood. I remember leaving from yet another failed job interview dressed up to get something from a fancy artisanal west coast only store for mom, and lp followed me all around the store nonstop, and ofc they didn't know where the turkey leg mom wanted was but the store website listed as having. Just following me around, geeze. At least I hope anyone who was really in dire straights who needed to steal to survive all these times got away due to the precision focus on me.

Anyway, this whole thing at a dollar store brought flashbacks when I was a child I was asked my age and the cashier misheard my lil kid speak, and ofc the racial aspect being Chicano, for being still some age for a random confession of stealing.