I started my weekend op shift this past weekend…and I feel like I went 16 rounds with a prize-fighter. I hurt from neck to ankles, and it snowed 8 inches Saturday night into Sunday afternoon. I got about 5 hours of sleep, and it’s starting to look like I place where you are fed to the wolves. I don’t have a problem with that. I can swim and tread water and survive. THe problem I have it that I’m used to paperwork. Actual paper from trees paperwork. This job has a MATRIX system. HOW THE FUCK am I sposed to do this shit when I HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA?!?! Sink or swim Sass. So I did the best I could, and it kicked my ass, and I was SO THANKFUL for the people on my unit that helped my on Sunday evening, because I was busted up beat. But, to get to Florida at the end of April, and to finish this divorce, I need the money. $16 an hour is a fucking motivator. The acetaminophen and ibuprofen poisoning, not so much… I need a massage. So, I will try my best to keep up here with my journey, but I’m closed on the weekends. Oh, and WHY the hell do I live in a state where a majority of people do NOT know how to drive in the snow?! Fucking dusting here and they freak out. Get the fuck outta my way. I gotta get the fuck home. Shouldn’t take me an hour because I’m stuck behind some asshole from MICHIGAN doing 20 while TEXTING ON HIS PHONE. Times like these, I’m glad I can’t own a firearm.