That’s what Psychospirilosophy is.

Psychology.

Spirituality.

Philosophy.

What is working at Wal-Mart doing to me psychologically?

I was in the Air Force.

I was a manager.

I got respect.

I’m a janitor who gets no respect. 

I gave janitors respect long before I became a janitor.

Why is it people have no respect for the janitor?

This is my quandary.

In spiritual terms. They are what they are because of who they choose to be.

Philosophy.

I know what I said to get me into this and I know what I’m saying to get me the fuck out of Wal-Mart. 

It will be like I got paroled. I used to say that about the military.

I wish I hadn’t.  I never had it as good as then.

I’ve had better times, but this time in my life, I fucking hate that I work for Wal-Mart. 

It’s the people that work there that make it such a fucked place to work.

The arthritis in my knees has gotten so bad that walking hurts. 

I used to take walks all the time to clear my head. Now, it hurts.

Never get old, it hurts. 

All in all, I could be doing a fuck ton worse.

I got a job. 

I can survive with what my hours are.

What’s my problem again?

I fucking hate working as a janitor at Wal-Mart. 

I get why.

But until something else comes along….