I hadn’t worked for over a week! That’s probably the longest I’ve had off in four years, or however long my soul’s been draining there.
It took almost an hour for me to wish I’d just called in. Or never gone back. And it’s not anything in particular; not my boss, not the work. I’m just fucking bored out of my skull there, and the music eats dick. There’s absolutely no justification for a college campus business to ever, ever play anything sung by a child or the one-hit wonders of 2003.
Ugh. I’ll probably live, I guess. And it’ll make quitting so much sweeter.
If there’s some sort of pool on whether or not I’m gonna take care of all the health shit: surgery next week, optometrist on Saturday. Pretty much just need a dental checkup and some tissue grafts now, but I’m saving any more painkillers for the fall. Surgeries, I mean surgeries.