You realize exactly how out of shape you are.
Relatively, at least.
The job I did today sucked. But the feeling of telling your boss that you would be gone the following week, after just getting done with a 63 hour week? It's priceless.
I managed to get a construction job, starting at $14/hr, and working a bit of overtime.so, to begin with, I'll be making more money than I currently am, and I will actually get paid for my overtime, instead of it essentially being free labor.
Got an in with one of the hiring managers, and so I should be moving up in the world again, slowly, within a few weeks. Its an aluminum extrusion place, so it is very hot, but it starts off at $13-14 an hour, through a staffing agency, and I would be guaranteed a spot within 45 days if I prove to be a decent worker, because of my connection. Another bad part is that it is 10-12 hour days, 7 days a week, so there goes all sense of free time. But I would be able to pay all my bills, finally,
Just over a year ago, 8/12/14, I was arrested. When I woke up and went to work that morning, I had no idea what was going to happen. I was just wondering which of my bills I could pay, and which ones I could push till the next paycheck. I was training to become a manager at McDonalds, trying to clean a house that I knew we would have to leave, and get all of my stuff in storage organized. Then my ex blows up my phone. 17 calls that I ignore.
So, as some of you know, I have been going through some nasty stuff. It started off mild, way back when I first took a leave of absence from fimfiction, and mlp in general. I had attempted to get back a couple times over the following year to year and a half, but was never able to get back into it or got pulled away again. After I got forcefully pulled away from this, and everything as well, in an event that is messing up everything and is causing a downward spiral, I started to get into ponies
Sometimes you can just never win. It feels like things will start to get fine, and shit hits the fan. Personally, I don't know what to do anymore.
Have a good friend that me and my dad have been staying with and helping finish his house. Well, today I found him hunched over on his bed, dead. 40 years old, no medical problems, fine a few hours beforehand, and just sitting there, dead.
So, got into a house, kinda. A friend of ours invited us to stay at his house after his wife left him, and we took him up on the offer, but we have to finish the inside of half his house. So currently staying on a couch in the living room, or a cot in the garage. Closer to work, though.