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Stayed home from work today. How is it that I feel this bad, and still look this good? I kid. I look how I feel. My lovely bosses didn't seem thrilled when I called in. As usual, their worlds get thrown into a tailspin if I take a day away. But when they take a day off, it's like a vacation for me. Go figure. However, for someone whose work ethic doesn't allow him to leisurely call-in-sick often, if ever, I have been missing a lot of work lately and I'm late by 15 minutes (at least) every morning.
I know it looks bad, and I know they're talking; making assumptions; probably think it's all due to some sort of relapse. I wouldn't be surprised if tomorrow when I show up, the bossman and/or his cunt start sniffing around and dropping intimate questions on me. Even though nothing could be further from the truth (that I've started "drinking" again), I will tell them to mind their business anyway.
The truth of the matter is I know my time is up there. It's time to go. I blame my workplace as the main source of my unhappiness, even if it really goes deeper than that. Yes, I make a pretty OK salary for doing stuff I can do in my sleep, but so what? I can make just as much--and there's always room for more--someplace else. It's just a matter of finding that place, which is proving to be a bit difficult.
I don't really know what's going on w/ my bro. He's home again too today. He says he didn't quit, and didn't get fired--but you can't believe anything he says. I heard my mother firing off @ him early this morning. She said if he doesn't make a concrete plan about getting some help for his problem, and make some calls by the end of the day, then he has to leave the house. He hasn't come out of his room all day, so far...and I have the cordless phone sitting next to me...so, it doesn't look like he's in any hurry. I need to take a few deep breaths, get any emotions in check, and go back there to have a talk w/ him. In spite of every horrible thing he's done, he's still my blood. I'll always love him. I want to see him get better. I don't want him to have to sleep on the streets (or in some crackhouse) in mid-October. But, he definitely needs to shit or get off the pot...or crack, in this case.
Right-O. I'll go do just that right now. Hope it doesn't fester into some screaming match. My throat's too sore to belt out a bevy of obscenities today.
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I know it looks bad, and I know they're talking; making assumptions; probably think it's all due to some sort of relapse. I wouldn't be surprised if tomorrow when I show up, the bossman and/or his cunt start sniffing around and dropping intimate questions on me. Even though nothing could be further from the truth (that I've started "drinking" again), I will tell them to mind their business anyway.
The truth of the matter is I know my time is up there. It's time to go. I blame my workplace as the main source of my unhappiness, even if it really goes deeper than that. Yes, I make a pretty OK salary for doing stuff I can do in my sleep, but so what? I can make just as much--and there's always room for more--someplace else. It's just a matter of finding that place, which is proving to be a bit difficult.
I don't really know what's going on w/ my bro. He's home again too today. He says he didn't quit, and didn't get fired--but you can't believe anything he says. I heard my mother firing off @ him early this morning. She said if he doesn't make a concrete plan about getting some help for his problem, and make some calls by the end of the day, then he has to leave the house. He hasn't come out of his room all day, so far...and I have the cordless phone sitting next to me...so, it doesn't look like he's in any hurry. I need to take a few deep breaths, get any emotions in check, and go back there to have a talk w/ him. In spite of every horrible thing he's done, he's still my blood. I'll always love him. I want to see him get better. I don't want him to have to sleep on the streets (or in some crackhouse) in mid-October. But, he definitely needs to shit or get off the pot...or crack, in this case.
Right-O. I'll go do just that right now. Hope it doesn't fester into some screaming match. My throat's too sore to belt out a bevy of obscenities today.
.d.