Dulcet Tones. in Your Face

Being fat and now also unfit is no joke. Walking from the bus station to my job is horrible. Add in the fact that it’s blazingly hot, and I am required to wear a mask, so air is less plentiful, and it’s seriously an un-fun walk. There is a bench along the way that seems to be my fat-person rest spot now. Catch my breath, keep walking.

Working today for John. Not too much to do, I will be home at a nice time. Collected my check from John, $417 for about four weeks’ work sounds rather paltry, but please don’t forget that I have been well looked after by unemployment payments, and the current $600 per week extra payment. I should sit down and review the finances for a minute tonight and make sure I am not forgetting anything important.

M never got to go to Oregon. [Insert long boring story about how his boss is a douche and never approved his time off]. That boss is now leaving, and good fucking riddance. M is planning ahead and will be requesting time off (again) the second that asshole boss leaves the building. It just means he’ll go next month, instead of now. Literally, now was when he was meant to be going.

I had more really low days. Unsure what to blame.