Yay!
The big news is that Jason got a job! Oh my god, Jason has a job. A job. with money. And work that he wants to do. I could cry. I probably would cry/will cry when I can feel okay doing so. We have not been okay, you guys, not at all. I've been pulling in a lot of money from freelance and it still hasn't been enough-- I've been to court twice for debts, I don't answer my phone at all if I don't recognize the number, the passive aggressive emails and letters are surprising me with their creativity. One of them was hidden inside a birthday card envelope. Clever.
Jason got a job. He has been so depressed, plodding through another hourly shit show, with no money to comfort shop and a friends group that isn't so much shrinking as is now thoroughly shrunk. It's not my place to talk about the specifics of his depression but lord knows we've been a sad sack couple, mooning around the house.
Freedom is so close. I can taste it.
Jason got a job. He has been so depressed, plodding through another hourly shit show, with no money to comfort shop and a friends group that isn't so much shrinking as is now thoroughly shrunk. It's not my place to talk about the specifics of his depression but lord knows we've been a sad sack couple, mooning around the house.
Freedom is so close. I can taste it.