Don't you love it when you write "12:30" on your calendar, and think it says "2:30"? Don't you love it even more when you show up 2 hours late to a job interview as a result of dyslexia? I for one can state that I love it. I'm so sick of being unemployed. I just want to pay the rent. I don't want to move back into parent's home, no. I just want a job that lets me pay the rent and print photos. That's all. And some hummus and chips. And maybe some cinnamon olives. And some marinated garlic. Oh, and an apple.