Sunday, September 15, 2013
I've been applying for work.
I took a position last Wednesday as a courier; I'm driving around a hundred miles a day, lifting boxes into the car, carrying them up stairs to customers.
I hate it.
I'm sitting here crying as I write this because I can't stand the thought of doing it again tomorrow, and the tomorrow after that.
I'm usually so strong, and able to face difficulty with calmness, but can't face this.
photo by me.