Warning: the whine-o-meter is trending high in this post
I can’t tell you how much I have in fact repeated those two sentences lately.
For even though my once almost perfect job has turned into a shit show these last couple months (new boss), it is OK because… I have a job. A dear friend of mine cannot say that right now. She too was let go from the same place I worked at before my 18 months of unemployment hell (she’ll fare better, she is attractive).
And another dear friend is in prison. This one is the standard kind, with bars and cells and lights out and visiting hours and three hots and a cot, not the kind I have built for myself with my crippling lack of self–esteem (but you try having self-esteem when you have more chins than the Chinese phone book and an ass the size of Texas).
So what if I work with a bunch of back-stabbers, at least I have a job.
So what if I only ever go to work or the grocery store, at least I am not in prison.
So what if my car needs $2,000 worth of work done on it, including the AC and so I have a house fan on my passenger seat plugged into the cigarette lighter using a special adapter I had to buy from Amazon using a gift card a friend gave me for my birthday which I really wanted to use on something pretty for me or (more likely) Sammy? So what if my rent is probably going to go up astronomically and I am going to have to move, taking Sammy away from his (beloved or hated) pigeons? So what if my new boss wants to abolish 60% of my job (the bit I like 100%)? So what if I sometimes have to work evenings and weekends (cutting into valuable drinking time)?
