Mostly, at work, I feel in control.
I know what I’m doing. I monitor my patients in order to prevent deterioration, and for the most part I’m successful. 135 more words
I’ve been through some of the most stressful months of my entire life. Death, job hunting, moving, evil and unscrupulous landlady and her ex-convict son, even more evil and unscrupulous internet provider (more about that in a few days) all piled one on top of the other, and it makes me tired. 247 more words
Last fall, I was fired from my job as a servers’ assistant (SA) at an upscale restaurant located in the premier bourgeois business district of a large Southern city. 4,686 more words
At some point today I heard Dad mumbling about doors opening, doors closing. I repeated to him the age old saying “when one door closes, another door opens.” Although I have to admit it sounded hollow to my ears as I said it. 698 more words