Holy crap, y’all. This is like sitting in a therapy session. Didn’t realize I was still holding on to some of this. #ThePitt

I mean. That sounds like a good time if it wasn’t below the harsh fluorescent lights of Walmart. The satellite television salesperson best stay out of vision because I’d be yelling “RAMMING SPEEEEED” à la “Animal House.”

This is a shame!

Because Alan Rickman told me that a spoon would be more painful due to its dullness.

I’m dying on the vine here. I am a registered nurse, which used to be a “lucrative” career. This situation is depressing me.

LMAO

This is me right now, since I don’t have anything nice to say: 🤐

Yet another reminder that we are “the olds” now. Sigh.

(When I said “deservedly so”, I meant “deserving of lamenting their situation.”)

And I know I have it better than many.

I do.

We’re all tired. Some are more deservedly so than me.

I expected nuclear war to be more of an issue than income and cost-of-living. (10/10)

I just wanna be able to take an occasional vacation and pay off my (again, by comparison ) small credit card and student loan bills without having to marry some dude for convenience.

(My dogs would murder him anyway.) (9/)

Also, Home Interiors. Just saw a painting on Marketplace and WTF??? (I gifted my mama many a thing from Home Interiors parties.)

Y’all, I don’t have to be rich (by today’s standards). (8/)

Which is an interesting choice when having to read “Great Expectations” and “A Tale of Two Cities”. It was the 90s, though. Prosperity gospels, hunter green, and the never ending dream of owning a Lamborghini Countach was all the rage. (7/)

Everything is terrible. I didn’t protest for fear of getting SHOT — a dude with a pistol was posturing at a previous protest.

I’m tired. I worked my ass off in school, inspired by (not really) my 10th grade lit teacher’s poster of a three car garage. (6/)

(Should have said “grocery BILL” to make that sentence grammatically correct.)

We lost almost half our women’s health docs to bigger cities due to pay. There is also another reason that I am not willing to talk about publicly, although it is public knowledge at this point.

But I digress. My groceries today for three meal preps was $38. That includes ONE pork chop. (4/)

So here I am.

Working for a healthcare system.

And still having to shell out $50 for the scooch-tissue paper-little (big) pinch-scrape experience is insane.

Meanwhile? I’m seeing a locum — which, while most are AWESOME — is a healthcare system’s “rent-a-doc” program. (3/)