I can not afford to lose my job.
I thought this as I sat at the salon getting my pink and white fill. (I’m not going to comment on the lady next to me getting a manicure who got a call about her unemplyment getting cut…Dude, you’re on unemployment and you’re getting a manicure?? Not judging, not judging.)
So, anyway, I cannot afford to lose my job. Oh, but I am loathing it so. There are so many little things wrong with it…and I keep getting involved in…situations, that somehow make things worse. It’s funny, because when I first started I loved it. And now? It’s a huge cluster.
But I have bills to pay, and a house to save for, and little luxuries like groceries and deoderant to afford so, for the time being, I’m doing my damndest to keep it.
I hope everyone’s Thanksgiving was good. Mine was up until the point where my husband actually told me, after I’d asked him to get me a piece of pecan pie, and he came back to the table and sat down instead, “I just didn’t feel like it.”
Really?? I never would’ve thought he’d say something like that. So you can imagine what I knew I wouldn’t feel like doing that night. And that I haven’t felt like talking to him since then.
And now I’m watching Alive.
Jeez, the last 12+ hours have been depressing.