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Tag Archives: going home
For nearly a week, I’ve been on the Mainland. It is, for me, a reckoning — of incomplete sorts, I guess. While I’m comfortable here and have no problems getting around, know all the places and such, it just doesn’t feel like home anymore. I’d expected that, of course, ‘cos it’d kind of stopped feeling that [...]
What a difference a day makes. 24 hours ago, I was sitting there sullenly at my desk, kind of loathing my existence. Today, I’ve got a paid day off, and tomorrow I return to the only job I’ve ever known that made me feel like I was part of a family. It has been 12–13 [...]
Heh. Yep, you read right. I’m happy I just got fired. I hated the job, or more accurately, one of the bosses. Worse yet: It sucked the will to write right out of me. Putting words on a screen’s pretty fucking easy most days and I can do it in my sleep, but the GOOD writing, well, [...]