I am still here. Day 426 sober. 20 to 30 more years of misery? That is just too overwhelming to think about. I have been given today. Let's see what that will bring.
Today I am suppose to hear back from XXX "either way." I think I am used to rejection. The letters that say: "Thank you for applying for the position, BUT we have selected another candidate that best meets our needs. Good luck in the future." Does every HR department use the same rejection template? These letters don't bother me as much as they use to (ok, sometimes they do).
Got up at 5 am today. Threw out 5 bags of trash. The trash pickers were out there last night. As usual, the bags are all ripped up. News will be getting out that there is more trash than usual going on at 12 Margaret Street. Even trash pickers have a route and a network. Especially so at the end of the month.
I can't believe I am moving to Florida! It hasn't really sunk in yet. Thank God for Lillie. I really don't want to leave here. I have been here for going on 62 years come this October. Time for a change. Scarry times ahead. Fear of the unknown. Vaya con Dios.
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