done

It is 15ﹾ outside. I have my coffee, I'm wearing my comfiest pjs, and I'm warm. Stressed out, but happy.

Work is great, albeit a little slow. I like working there a lot, actually. I like the people I work with. The management seems a bit shifty but that's everywhere. I think I'm finally home. **(I said that about my last job but that place was a nightmare. Hopefully I'm right this time.)**

There is no bun in the oven yet, sadly. Still not the right time APPARENTLY, but we're staying positive.

I'm seriously at my limit with bs. I don't get how you can try to make yourself available to people and do so much for them, yet when you stand up for yourself and do what's best for you, you're a horrible person. That's all I'm going to say about it. At this point, I'm just done.