I have had 2 weeks to feel sorry for myself.
I graduated College on December 2016. I came here on a student Visa, fleeing a very unstable country. I was fortunate enough to find the love of my life and marry him, and we have filled my greencard application.
I was fired from the 3 jobs I have found in my area. My libido is shot out of sheer stress. My family has to return to my country because the lawyer made a mistake and fucked up the EB5 application and have to start again. I found out my dad was kidnapped the last time he was there through my cousin, and neither of my parents know I know. I'm in the middle of Bumfuck Nowhere, and work restrictions mean the closest work positions I can accept are about ~2 hours away from where I live. And to top it off I think I caught a fucking flu cos I have been throwing up like there is no tomorrow.
And you know what? I'm tired, but I am more angry than tired. I have had two weeks, by calendar, to wallow on my misery.
Tomorrow is Monday, and the third week of the year starts. That's objectively true, and not my estimation of time. Tomorrow I am going to hit every single mom-and-pop shop and restaurant to ask if they need a social media manager. If I get ten to sign up, I can pay my share of the bills.
Tomorrow I am going to apply to every single job in my field and fuck the two hour drive, I'll save and move upwards. Rent a room for weeknights if I have to.
Tomorrow I am going to say 'fuck everything' and do something about it. If I throw 100 stones, 1 has to come back to me, right?
Submitted January 15, 2018 at 04:30AM by Nobody-Inhere http://ift.tt/2r6cJbb
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