I have been working in child safety for a little over a year now. And I am about at the end of my rope with it, to be completely honest.
I have seen this no less than a dozen times and it STILL makes me cackle.
When I started my new job, they had people from a credit union associated with our agency come through. I opened up a savings account, and they take $50 a month directly from each paycheck before it gets deposited into my regular checking account. I never see the money, so I don’t miss it. Also, the card for that…
So, I bought a car. And I should be happy about it, excited even. But instead I’m feeling sad and anxious. I’m having these looping thoughts of “I spent too much” and “I have to go pick up the car tomorrow. What if I crash it on the freeway on the way home” and “what if the dealer sold me a lemon?” I took my mom for…
Let’s see: made terrible comment. Apologized promptly after terrible comment was made. Proceeded to make amends for comment by making a documentary film highlighting issues First Nations women have with getting justice after sexual assault. Apologizes sincerely for past terrible comment again when he gets dragged on…
Drugstore or supermarket version of that same product works just as good.
Can’t transfer until I’ve been at my location for a minimum of 2 years; I complete my first year in December. Can’t quit cause if I do, I lose my healthcare coverage.
On Thursday, I basically had a nervous breakdown, and couldn’t leave my house because of the uncontrollable sobbing I was doing on my couch. My psychiatrist took me off work for 2 weeks, which is nice, but does not solve my problem of how I am going to cope with my soul destroying job.
WHY did you have to show me this at 8 pm?
You forgot PTSD.
I’m sorry but her face looks like a Bratz doll and it’s very upsetting.
Good.
Totally not financially feasible but . . .
I have been to that taco place.
Here’s the deal: yes, I did vote for Trump.
Good Lord!