Moments that suck.
I walked away from a job I'd held for nineteen months. It was decent as retail goes and I was, up until being injured, in line for promotions I only had to choose to step up once I felt I knew the company well enough. I was hurt a year ago, it was minor. A year later, not so much. I left on January 26th of this year.
Things have been okay, other then the annoyances that are stretching what funds I have until finding a new paycheck, and securing said paycheck. Until I attacked my stove in that fit of omg that thing is disgusting I'm scrubbing it, yesterday. Today... yeah today is that moment that slaps the fuck out of you, making you its bitch and serving yet again as a reminder that you are no longer allowed to do things like that. At least without paying for them.
So now I hurt, enough to wish I wasn't quite so stubborn when it comes to pain killers
Things have been okay, other then the annoyances that are stretching what funds I have until finding a new paycheck, and securing said paycheck. Until I attacked my stove in that fit of omg that thing is disgusting I'm scrubbing it, yesterday. Today... yeah today is that moment that slaps the fuck out of you, making you its bitch and serving yet again as a reminder that you are no longer allowed to do things like that. At least without paying for them.
So now I hurt, enough to wish I wasn't quite so stubborn when it comes to pain killers