I had a job offered to me.
I am freaking out because the pros outweigh the cons.... by far.
This is a job that like.. yanno.. adults want.
When did I become an adult?
I will speak with my wiff tonight, because, I think I am supposed to do that riiiigghhtt before I scream running around the house in a blaze of glory because I no longer will have to start my day off crying...everyday... when I have to read the obituaries....or cry when we get a call... or cry when I have to take care of all the families photos, or memorabilia, or uuggghhhhhhhhh. I can't do death anymore. At least not full time.
I will keep you posted.
I will NOT be able to wipe this damn grin off my face, though.
2 days ago