how i feel about my job
I imagine the afterlife waiting room to be similar to the DMV.
Finally got my license renewed after the third time going.
Avoided the mean man this time and “PRESTO” license renewed.
I also don’t have ugly black hair or depressed, fat-face on in my new picture.
I’m currently working part time to work on furthering my education so, I applied for food stamps to help out more financially. Embarrassing but necessary.
Updated my grandmother on my life and was informed my mother was found in a storage shed due to multiple evictions but is currently in ICU due to blood clots in legs, underneath lungs and so on. Intense conflict of emotions going on there….. anger, love, guilt, stress, worry and anguish etc….
Tax extension was filed thanks to Cat’s help but no thanks to Papa Dels who I will be reporting for failing to get me my w2. W2 was delivered on doorstep in unsealed envelope by Papa Dels delivery driver and it’s only a copy not the original. Papa Del’s claims it got lost in mail. Suspiciously is the same address as an employee they are currently in legal battle with (cat’s sister). Shame on you Pops.
Now just need to finish my taxes then I’m all caught up.
Whew. Productive month!
My moms sick and in ICU in North Carolina.
Blood Clots and stints.
In a whirlpool of conflicting emotions.
“Build me up but tear me down. Why don’t you love me, baby, like there’s no one around?”
queer cowboy culture.
Note: I recently started learning about this relatively new “diagnosis” and I think that as it becomes more recognized, it is going to help a lot of people, myself included. If you or someone you know suffers from PTSD you may want to take a moment to look over this and share it, as it is an issue that certainly needs more attention brought to it’s validation. As stated in the article, those suffering from CPTSD are often misdiagnosed with personality disorders. This can be extremely damaging as this essentially is telling someone there is something wrong with their person, and often leads to them not getting the type of treatment they need to recover.
The following information is from ptsd.va.gov.
I face trials and tribulations every second of every shift I work in this heteronormative-male dominated industry. It wears on my physical body and mental health with every shift. As a ‘woman’, I feel obligated to prove myself in every task presented, which leads to being taken advantage of. The harder I work, the more duties and responsibilities become required of me without previous notice or monetary compensation. It wears on my wallet with every paycheck received that is less, sometimes half, the wage than my hetero-male co-workers. This, in turn, weighs on my mentality furthering the feelings of inadequacy and unimportance.
They used to say females belong in the kitchen……..
AS LONG AS YOU PAY THEM THE MINIMUM REQUIRED AMOUNT, EXPECT THEM TO PRAISE YOUR MANHOOD, THEN “THANK YOU” FOR THE OPPORTUNITY.
sixfeetunder…..gets me everytime
How I feel vs. what I actually do.
Having a bad trigger week.