to make myself feel better (john’s jumpers joke not included)
yup. pretty much sums up me right now (by the way, he’s an adorable hedgehog, ain’t he?)
About two weeks ago, I said Yeah, so the decision I’ve been putting off was pretty much made for me today. Fuck.
I saw the writing on the wall. They were hiring an Assistant GM. The piles of work I had dried up. I hadn’t had a raise since 2010.
But, I foolishly believed it would be different. I gave them three years (probably 4 if you count all the overtime I put in), almost wound up in a psych ward because I was afraid to let them down, and kept the company together during some of the worse bullshit I’ve ever seen.
I’m so glad I started looking for a job a few weeks ago, I’m so glad they gave me a severance package, and I’m so glad to be the fuck out of there.
I haven’t been happy for a long time, but I stuck through the crap because I thought it would be worth it…
... and it wasn’t. It so totally wasn’t.
C’est la vie
Time to move on to bigger and better things.
New blogging style.
Let’s discuss, shall we?
1) There’s a lot of bipolar bullshit going on behind the scenes. Once I decided to embrace it (finally, really, truly embrace it), it became obvious that things need to change a lot. I’m dealing with what that means and how it affects people I (used to/still do) care about. It’s not an easy thing to deal with and it’s definitely one of the harder things I’ve needed to come to terms with.
2) I’m still reaching out to kids on tumblr who sound like they could use a sympathetic ear and someone to talk them off of the ledge. It’s exhausting, but if I can make one person feel better, then it’s worth it. There’s a lot of screwed up people out there. I’m struggling to reach the light at the end of the tunnel myself right now, but I do find peace in knowing that it will get better. It always does. It’s been four kids in two months… but I’m not built to walk away from them. It’s not my style. These kids - it’s weird, I know - but they become friends over shared obsessions. It’s an odd friendship, but I’m going to the wedding of a guy I met 15 years ago online and we’ve only met in person once. What’s stranger?
3) There’s some other drama going on - some of it mine, some of it not. It’s hard to talk about certain things when it’s hard to tell who the audience is. I’m kind of cruising through my stats, but just because the source is a certain state, doesn’t mean that it’s so-and-so. It could be someone new. Without knowing for sure, and without having to password protect, I’m having a hard time being comfortable with blogging “my” way here.
4) Different things are important to me at different points in time. Right now, running away from my problems and concentrating on Superwholock is what I need to do. I need some distance and some perspective. Running away is giving me time to work through it. Whether my friends like it or not? Let me refer you back to Benedict Cumberbatch flipping the bird... If you pay for my hosting, my blog software license, and talk to me when I need you to, then we can talk about the content of my blog. Until then, bite me.
So there you go. I can guarantee you there’s more tumblr spam on the way. Delete me from your RSS reader’s subscriptions now if that’s not your thing. If it is, feel free to follow me on tumblr as well: I’m destiels-tardis-is-sherlocked.
Running away from my problems (the temporary solution) has resulted in a definitely unhealthy obsession with tumblr and the beauty of Benedict Cumberbatch.
See also: Sherlock. That damn opening credits sequence really makes me want to run to London and never come back.
*shakes fist at BBC America and Netflix for ruining my life*
guinness’ big day out :: march 23, 2012
I don’t have very many pictures on my MacBookPro, hence the tumblr spam… but I did find this piece of wonderful.
I took that day off because I saw ‘The Hunger Games’ at midnight. Boy Wonder requested my presence at work for ‘an hour, max’. So I put Guinney in the crate and went in.
THIS is the aftermath of what I came home to.
Someone was thirsty, got out of the crate, and got himself some water. Unfortunately, he didn’t know how to stop the flow of the water once he turned it on.
All of those towels were SOAKED. And I had to get more.
Thankfully, he hasn’t pulled that crap since that day…