Don't worry I know I said I wouldn't hide behind another shitty job But I need to get out of my flat And I need to be able to go to Maadi and Garden City without burning a hole in my pocket I'm going to be working very long hours I don't know that I'll write here as often Maybe I will To vent about odd calls And over zealous middle managers I don't know why I'm looking forward to putting on headphones and dissociating on the bus Something familiar Exploring the city in my little bubble The shifts are rotational, so there will be nights I finish at 2am Maybe I'll start a new count How long I last as a cog The pain days will be hard I'm not embarassed to fight for my hot water bottle anymore And I'm not giving up, really Sunrise has asked a famous expressive art therapist if she has space to take on a client interested in working on trauma And I connected with my old drummer friend (the one who fought with Ozzy over me HA) He's happily married now to a beautiful and very cool person They tour and camp in Sinai and live magic hippy dippy lives I can see glimmers of light at the end of the tunnel But first I HAVE to get out of this flat |