So things have been so shitty lately.
Like. SO SHITTY.
I’m switching jobs (I’m still at the same hospital…but switching from outpatient back to inpatient) to get away from a bully. I’ve done everything I can think of to solve this problem that I have with this individual the correct way. I went to my supervisor… my supervisor’s supervisor… the chief of my department… HR… EEO… the union… and nothing was getting solved. So I told them that they needed to move me if they couldn’t make it stop. So… I’m getting moved.
And my fucking “roommate” has all but moved out. She met a guy two weeks ago. Seriously. This past sunday was two weeks since meeting this guy… and she’s living with him. She’s moved almost all of her clothes and like 10% of her furniture out of the house. But her animals are all still here. So now instead of it being two humans… six cats and a dog in the house. It’s ONE human, six cats and a dog. Half the cats and the dog are hers. And yet I”m somehow responsible for them now.
I didn’t even want the dog in the first place. I told her NO to getting the dog. But no… she decided she wanted it. So now we have it. And by “we” I mean ME. Because I’m the one that is having to make sure that it’s fed and watered and is able to go outside. I don’t really even have the mental energy to take care of myself right now… and you want me to take care of a dog? Cats are easy. Make sure the food bowl is full, fresh water is available and that the litter box is empty.
My mental health has been bad. Like really bad lately. I haven’t been eating. Well. Eating much. I’ve been trying to make myself eat more… but I’m just not hungry. My sleeping is getting better. I basically had insomnia for a week earlier this month. I could only sleep with the aid of sleeping pills.
I’m not happy in Iowa. I haven’t been happy here for a while. I don’t have any sort of a support system I realized when my mental health is bad and I need someone. I can’t count on my “roommate”. I basically begged her the week when I was so bad for support and she couldn’t be bothered.
So… I’m moving to Vegas. I’m getting the fuck out of this state. It’s going to take some planning and some serious saving… but in 2019 I’m going West. Me and my fur children. We’re packing up and headed out. My lease is up Jan 31st 2019 and I’ll probably move right after the new year if I can swing it. I’ve already secured the promise of recommendations from my supervisors.
In the mean time I’m switching my hours around so I’ll have more free time to job hunt. That’s right. I’m looking for a second job. I could use all the extra money for savings. I mean… it won’t be much but it’ll be something that I can put into savings. Heck. With my new hours I could probably get a THIRD job. Just to save money. Sleep is for the dead, right?