Tears of relief

Ok, so I’m a big sissy.  I cried.

After I hung up, I cried. I have a job. It’s a job helping veterans. It’s smack in the middle of town at the federal building. It’s permanent, full-time, and I don’t even care what it pays. I have a job.

Comment from the old blog:


Oh my gosh. I’ve been away from zaadz for days and days. Yay! Congratulations! I know the relief you must feel. I’m certain this job has something of wonderful significance to teach you. When do you start?

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