As my previous posting stated: Fuck cancer.
My dad is undergoing radiation finally in order to combat the nasty brain eater that is called cancer - however this is just a stop gap to keep him around long enough so that he can see his two impending grandkids. Both my brother and sister are expecting this year - it is enough to make me get my testosterone checked, to make sure that I am asexual based off my choice rather then body chemical imbalances.
But this impending source of depression of course makes me depressed, leading to the problem with my particular anti-depressants. While they are wonderful mood stabilizers and keep me from the horror that is cycling, they do little as pick me ups. So I do little things to brighten my day, such as commission art, or play games, or whatever.
But I shall have to stop this soon.
I have chosen to quit my job.
with the impending changes to life, work was offering something I could not refuse.
Seventy thousand dollars to quit.
I hate my retail life, so I decided to take it. The prospect of being unemployed again is scary, but I know I will work the crappiest job out there if I need money, and this is a year of changes.
I think I will try to suck enough c**k to try and get that apprenticeship I wanted. At least 10 years of retail have taught me customer service.
5 years, 3 months ago
31 May 2013 21:04 CEST