Probation is, without doubt, the biggest waste of time I've ever encountered. Each wednesday I have to catch a bus into town (costing me several bucks each way), walk a couple of blocks to the probation office, wait in the waiting room for my officer to call my name, and then have a pointless conversation for several minutes before I leave. ![:\](https://bluelight.org/xf/BL_Images/Orig_Emoji/wrygrin.gif "wry grin :\")
My latest conversation with my probation officer went something like this:
P.O. "So how's things, Keira?"
Me "Same old."
P.O. "Are you still attending drug counselling."
Me "Yep. I don't really have much of a choice, do I?"
P.O. "Are you still using drugs?"
Me "Of course."
P.O. "Do you want to quit?"
Me "No thanks, I'm fine" (I actually DO want to quit meth, but I like to mess with my officer.)
P.O. "Hmm ok... do you have any plans for your future."
Me "Nah, I don't do ambitions. Ambitions are overrated."
P.O. "Ok, well, I'll see you next week!"
My latest conversation with my probation officer went something like this:
P.O. "So how's things, Keira?"
Me "Same old."
P.O. "Are you still attending drug counselling."
Me "Yep. I don't really have much of a choice, do I?"
P.O. "Are you still using drugs?"
Me "Of course."
P.O. "Do you want to quit?"
Me "No thanks, I'm fine" (I actually DO want to quit meth, but I like to mess with my officer.)
P.O. "Hmm ok... do you have any plans for your future."
Me "Nah, I don't do ambitions. Ambitions are overrated."
P.O. "Ok, well, I'll see you next week!"