Holy fork balls
I might have secured my program 600k from another funder to fund my program for four years. We are the most underfunded program at my organization. I don’t think we are underfunded; I think we are sitting pretty. More money = more problems. We only have five more months to go for the fiscal year. There is a two-month spending freeze. I do have my employers working on getting me a raise. I think this will help show what I bring to the table. They are also offering us land for land-based training. We will see if I can make this happen.
I’m off today, but I had to deal with a mini crisis. My coordinator didn’t pay Wilfred Buck for the presentation he gave on Friday. Wilfred called me upset. I didn’t have my car to go to the office to rectify that. I did it over the phone. My coordinator came through in the end. I stopped micromanaging for my own mental hygiene so we do things on his timeline now. It’s hard to witness. His ADHD makes him unable to focus. He starts 20 side quests and…
My car is home safe and sound. I feel so much better about it. The problem was the wiring. It’s not like I was going to remove my dashboard and fix the electrical. I lucked out that it didn’t cost me as much as it could have. Maybe I will ask for one of those diagnostic machines for Christmas. Now I have to fight with the company I bought an extended warranty from. My options were to go 24 days without a vehicle or take it somewhere else. I was just going to buy plane tickets to visit my brother and my nephews in BC, of course this was going to happen. YOLO, I’ll just do Uber Eats for a bit to save up for that trip. Well, I’ll pay for the trip with credit and then pay it off lol.
I had a public display of attention on Facebook yesterday over my ribbon shirt. That damn sewing machine. I figured it out in the end. I just bought some extra bobbins and went full Karen at Michaels just because they didn’t have more in stock. Why do things have to be so complicated? I’m so middle-aged now. Though people think I’m in my 20s. My hairline isn’t in my 20s… Le sigh WWIII is starting, fuck my hairline.
I’m coming down with the flu. I was waiting for this to happen. Candida eats waste, when it dies off, my body will have to remove the toxins that those releases. I might take tomorrow off, but we will see. I really want to finish my ribbon shirt there. People can help me with it.
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