Well, next week this time I’ll be back at work.
It’s been bliss for the last two weeks.
What did I accomplish?
Sweet fuck all.
And that’s a good thing.
Work is interesting, but it’s extremely stressful. And not in a good way.
People ask if I’m going to the new site when it opens.
FUCK NO.
Three people on the committee planning the new site made it very clear that I am personna non grata at the new site, so fuck it. My life has enough shit going on in it, I don’t need to go there and take a shit shower from these three.
I love it when my ideas and suggestions and ideas are “too outlandish”, and “too silly”, and “completely unjustified”. But yet they show up in the current build as someone else’s proposal.
I was so looking forward to having made my application for M.A.i.D. this past March, but the fucking milquetoast liberals got a bad case of the chicken shits at the last moment.
Basically I’m holding on to my current job as kinda a massive “fuck you!” to certain federal agencies in Canada that decided that my mental health was expendable.
I’m also holding on to my current job to spite all of the corporate bag lickers and pole smokers from my past jobs that said that I would never amount to anything because I was too damaged.
Once operations at the new site start to wind down in 2027 I should have a better idea as to whether or not I’ll be able to undergo M.A.i.D.
If the right wing tide of hate keeps sweeping across North America then M.A.i.D. will still be unavailable for persons such as myself.
If that’s the case then my intentions are to stay at the old site until it shuts down in 2030.
By that time I’ll be able to retire and walk away from it all.
Where will I go?
Who the fuck knows.
What about transitioning?
Yep, I’ll keep transitioning.
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