I have had the worst possible month. I mean, really the worst month. I'd wish it on no one. If it could have gone wrong, it did. I'm not talking about fender bender bad, I'm talking about marriage break up, 2 hospital stays, 11 days in total, lawyers, and to top it off, work is neither supportive or in tune with the times. Don't work for an American company if you expect Canadian style HR practices and benefits. No fucking wonder Democrats are screaming for health care reform. Fuck. I'm clicking my heels but nothing's happening.
anarkiti:
Damn! Sorry to hear that! Now all you need to top off your month is a friggin' bed bug infestation... all plagues covered. :-s
kratzkratz1:
I guess I can count myself lucky. No bed bugs. Yet. to borrow a tired old cliche, I'm taking it one day at a time and take small solace at being off and being able to ride my bike for seemingly endless distances. I keep looking for the edge of the world, but cant's seem to find it. Any idea what direction I should head?