@Malas1987
Another career change. Went from retail to warehouse. Definitely more my pace. And I don't have to deal with customers. I'm probably the happiest I've been in a long time. And it's only 3 days a week so I have a lot of time to spend with my kids, now, instead of working everyday and having nothing to show for it.
Who's my favorite author? James Rollins.
I reread all of my previously posted stuff, here, and I am amazed at how depressing I sound. I switched careers, rather abruptly, might I add, at the end of July. And since then, my mental health has vastly improved. I still have room to get better, but now I function much better, and I'm happier. I have a spark of an idea that I want to run with on here....
I just want to get lost on an unnamed and deserted island and never come back.
A friend of mine goes to this small church. One of my kids attends the youth group there. And a part of me wants to become a part of the church, not because of me believing in Christianity, but because of that sense of belonging. I'm lonely. And I want to belong. I want to be a part of something. I want that sense of community with me in it. But I cannot bring myself to join this church. I am not a Christian in any way, shape, or form. I cannot disrespect others who are a Christian by being a charlatan in their place of worship. I don't even know what I believe in, but I know it isn't that. I am really lonely.
I have this massive writer's block. Nothing I am coming up with for "Obsessed" is tickling my fancy. I am trying, though. Sorry for the wait :'(
Hiya, Darling.
Thank you for adding my book to your list. I hope you do enjoy the reads.
Lots of Love.
Alpha.
My husband told me to quit using the visa card from the bank, and to get my own (and I would also like to point out that every single time I used the visa card, it was because he asked me to), so I did. And now he is pissed off because it isn't through the bank, it's a damn discover card that I got using my credit score, and my credit score ALONE. It's for absolute emergencies only. I am not stupid. I know how to manage a credit card. I don't get what he is pissed off about.
You know what really pisses me off? The fact that the higher ups at work are more concerned with my use of profanity ONE TIME on ONE PIECE OF PAPER describing some negligence I saw than the actual negligence! Oh, you're offended by the term SHIT? I have some profanity for you... FUCK YOU.
Also... I quit smoking.
