Helping refugees sucks. I figured I'd stitch up some cuts, hand out some food, and then for the rest of the time just relax and enjoy the moment. That is not what freaking happened. From the very time the ship docked it was all back breaking labor. Either moving supplies off the ship, or moving things around in the ruins of the area, or helping to clear rubble. By the end of the first day my muscles hurt so much in places I didn't even think I had muscles in. And the food was terrible, like what we brought was just basic rations and what was there wasn't worth eating (even the live stock was infected with some kind of horrible something or other). So my muscles hurt, I didn't get good food, and I couldn't even get a good nights rest do all the whining and moaning from the poor and oppressed.
I hate helping others, its something I really need to remind myself of. Its kind of like a fruit you don't eat very often and you're like "Oh maybe I should try helping others today." And then you realize the poor and downtrodden and abused suck as a people and its better to avenge their deaths than prevent them! Yes I realize this means more dead people, but dying people are so annoying "Oh please save my life, oh please don't cut off my disease ridden leg, oh please save my child."
Bitch bitch bitch! Swear to gods these people don't understand the courtesy I am extending to them and thus think this is a normal thing for me to do for them! IT IS NOT YOU USELESS LITTLE INGRATES! I swear if they understood how close they came to being annihilated they'd treat me nicer for not COMPLETELY BURNING YOU DOWN TO THE GROUND AND BAGGING THE ASHES! So yes my first week working for the poor and beaten down went over about as well as you can expect for a self centered asshole who only helps himself. Honestly if I wasn't dodging murder ra HELPING THE CHILDREN, I would have never come here!
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