Poor 'PossumI'm less than three weeks in to a new job that could either be a wonderful opportunity if I'm very very lucky... or an absolute shit show if any one of the four members of this team fuck up (or get fucked up) even a little. I keep telling myself worrying about a business that can't afford redundancies isn't my problem, except... it is. It's "nice" to be working again, but I am still deeply anxious, and needing to be existentially linked to something as frivolous as rearranging botanical furniture for the upper crust is... almost as stressful as being unemployed. Possibly more, or just a more acute flavor of stress.
Also I do deeply need the money, but tomorrow has been called on account of rain, and I just gratefully reached over to turn off my alarm clock. Tomorrow I'll wake up to the sound of rain after having slept in and I'll indulgently pull the covers up tighter while I savor being cozy in bed instead of up to my nips in muddy mulch. Tomorrow is going to be divine.
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