There Isn't Enough Zoloft IN THE WORLD
So I’ve been away for awhile.
I’d go into details of the major and minor melodramas of last two months, but you really don’t want to know. I don’t even want to know.
I mean, would it be a lot to try to even describe driving 1200 miles from Salt Lake, UT to Angelfire, NM to Albuquerque, NM to visit 40 relatives and fight the malls for one action-packed Christmas week and back again to Salt Lake, UT to meet MORE relatives and friends for very drunken New Year festivities, a long and pointless resolution list, how I drudged up the energy to drag my butt back to work and received the single. most. scathingly. backhanded evaluation I have ever received IN MY LIFE, my revised and even LONGER resolution list, going back the very next Monday to find all the work everyone’s been applauding me for over the past 2 years has been completely ‘reallocated’ and I’ve been stripped of my title, my dignity and oh – they’re putting me in the corner cubicle where I can be forgotten like a house plant to perform data entry until my brain withers to mush?
See? I thought it would be a lot.
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