05 August 2012

One more night

One more night of night shift. One more night of staying up too late, since I turn into a pumpkin at 9:30.

One more night of bullshit schedule, then I can go start putting my resume out there. Because Joules is right. I am so worth it.

One more night of work fucking over my personal life and really making it difficult to make a meeting. And judging from the friend who just walked back into our magic bus after a relapse, I do not want to miss any more meetings.

I am grateful to be alive today. I am grateful to have a program, and I am grateful to have people who love me enough to want to save my ass.

Thank you!


  1. I wish you luck on your job search, Cindy!

    Be well!!

    1. Now, if I could just get a fucking day off to go to the employment office, I'd be on my way. Fucking assholes make me grateful that I have Sunshine, both because he is so supportive and because he does pay me for office work, which counts as being employed as I look for other employment. If I reach my wits end, I CAN just quit.