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I've managed to secure a small, modest apartment. I can see the remnants of Arkham Island from my blotted and dirty window. The previous tenant was a heavy pot smoker so the stench of marijuana has clung to the walls and in time will latch onto myself, lest I flush it out. I purchased several different candles to hopefully aid in that task. For a cheap studio apartment, it's not the worst that there is. There is a small, narrow closet set by the windows but I'm afraid as to what I'll find in there. More than likely a forgotten stash of marijuana. Unfortunately, pot is illegal to possess in Gotham City. Doesn't stop most, but I’m not one of those people. I’ll let that skeleton sit in there undisturbed.
I'll begin my searches for Rogues next week. I have enough money to pay for groceries, rent, and travel for the next month or so. I should be able to scrape by without a job for a short while but for not too long. I do wish to find a job that could possibly help me learn to navigate the city and its surroundings. I have the certifications to be part of a search and rescue team. While pay is not always great and it's often volunteer-based, it is something. Who knows, it might pay well in a city with a reputation like Gotham's.
Wayne Tech is always hiring for some kind of position whether that be reception or engineering. It's not exactly the ideal place for me but again, something is better than nothing at all.
But Gabriel! You have a bachelor's in psychology and criminology! Why don't you get a job related to your education?!
Well, little sunflower, here is why.
I don't want to anymore.
I'm 39 and have worked with inmates in a psychiatric setting before. Worst mistake of my life was getting my two bachelor's and pursuing that job. The pay was terrible, and the people involved on my side were insufferable. All I wanted to do was study what goes on in the mind of a criminal but I was involuntarily roped into 'helping and rehabilitating them.'
I purposefully did my absolute worst just to be petty. The thing about having a bachelor's in psychology is that you learn how to toy with people and pluck at their nerves. I confess; I did psychologically torment my "patients." Now because I say this, you may think I aspire to be akin to someone who would do something very similar back in the days of Arkham. I do not. What I did is not nor will ever be influenced by the actions of Dr. Jonathan Crane. He did what he did for study purposes, my reasoning was just to be an asshole and get out of my job.