Already finishing up my third week at work. Feel pretty comfortable in my job & duties but still haven’t actually met everyone in the office yet or had much interaction with co-workers outside the three in my department. It’s been difficult fighting this cold or whatever it is I’ve had since Tuesday afternoon. My throat is still so sore. I have a pretty high threshold for pain, but it’s been bad. I have to talk all day long at work. And while I do work in a medical office I don’t have any sort of relationship with any of the providers yet, so I don’t feel comfortable asking for a quick evaluation. They have a rule about employees not being patients of the doctor’s in the office, at least as primary care physicians, it’s okay to be seen for acute issues like this. But I’m not on my company insurance yet and have no idea if they charge employees for visits. Some places I’ve worked at before have charged you at a discounted rate and others have waived all fees before. I’ve only been paid for the first week of work and don’t get paid again until the 15th, so I can’t afford a doctor’s visit and a prescription medication if one is required. Already spent a lot on OTC meds battling this. Just hope I can tough it out or start getting better. Still have another day of work tomorrow and three performances of a USO-themed musical revue show that I am emceeing. Then Sunday evening I’m shutting my trap and not saying a word until 8:00 AM Monday morning when I have to.
I just watched “Obvious Child” and my heart fucking hurts so much because it was so funny, beautiful, honest, tender. And it makes me hate my own life and situation a thousand times more tha I already do. I’m supposed to see her on Friday to sign the divorce papers and so she can give me back the rest of the my shit that I left behind in the house that we shared as our home. And when I say shit, I mean exactly that, just crap that I don’t need or want but she can’t stand to have any trace of me left hanging around and doesn’t have the decency to burn it or throw away on her own. Like she even has a photo of me that I had given to her and she wants to return it to me. What the fuck?! It’s for me to process the idea that she is capable of such cruelty. Is it not enough that I am giving her what she wants? Is it not enough that I am left with next to nothing? No job, a broke down car, living with my parents, an entire life and future dreamt of and hoped for dashed. Friends & fami...
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