Back to this shit.
And no more Steve. :(
Bye, Steve.
Said it before, but I'll say it again: was an honor and a privilege.
Original plan was to come in for a few hours Thursday and then deuce out for an extended weekend playing Ghost of Yotei.
Instead, barely slept because of an insane migraine-ish headache so called it an early weekend.
Got to enjoy the game at least a li'l bit.
And fwend was keeping me updated on things I'd missed.
New-ish dress code and a special visitor this week at some point.
Honestly not thrilled.
Dress code doesn't affect me too terribly (other than "clean shaven, or beard and mustache but neatly trimmed").
Broh, this shit ain't that serious.
I will say that having been gone for another four-day weekend, coming back to work was a garantuan fucking ask.
Especially since Pola got up off the couch and went to lay in front of the door just as I was getting ready to leave.
Like...
Bitch, you and I both know I don't wanna go.
But I have to.
But also...
I've got the strongest goddamn urge to just quit now.
I'm sure if I force myself, I can figure out a way to make $4,500 from retirement and disability work to pay all my essential bills.
Figure out all the other debts somehow.
Because man...
I'm just so fucking tired.
So... exhausted.
And all of it...
It's just not worth it.