I'm going back to work on Monday, for the first time in almost a year.
I'm really concerned about this place falling apart without me here. I mean what about the cat for Christ's sake? Or the mailman, I always say hi to him, like clock work...we have this hi-saying thing, you know stuff like that's important to ones mental health. This is where you ask me (if I had my comments on) how well is that working for your mental health?
Who will chat with the Car hops at Sonic every day, I mean every day?! These young ladies count on my words of wisdom in their lives...sort of a Car hop mentoring program I've established, (501 (c) (3) status pending) offering humor and support in lieu of much needed tips.
Hey, some things are worth more than money.
What I'm most concerned about, other than who will sit at this monitor and worry about money all day...is this damn NaBloPoMo (crap that's hard to type) I mean I'm finally doing something here, finally participating in something communal, and I'm probably going to be so emotionally distraught from the above mentioned concerns and pure physical exhaustion, that I won't be able to post.
Isn't that funny Wilma, she's going to experience reality... ten bucks says she caves the first week...you in?
You don't understand how sick I am. To me, NaBlo Fussy's gig is a good reason not to take this job, but then Dolly Parton's birthday is also. "Sorry, can't accept your job offer, It's Dolly Parton's birth-month"
That image will wake me up tonight. Go back and look at that again. Now it will you too.
This blog saved my life, and that's not an exaggeration. (Mmmm, yes it is)
When I started writing posts back in April, I was trying to deal with some big losses in my life. Out of fear of facing the pain, I quit writing about those losses, and have gone a different direction with this blog entirely. (or all it takes to heal from life-shattering events, is writing 3 0r 4 posts about it in a blog)
So basically, you get to watch me dance around my issues until my head implodes or Al graduates from High School and moves out. Then and only then, will I be in a position to commit to the necessary histrionics involved with unearthing the bodies of the dead, I thought I'd hidden so well.
What does my baggage have do do with starting a new job on Monday?
Absolutely everything...when you live in Rationalizationville.
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