The Garbage Keeps Piling Up

On the other side of the continent, people I don’t know decided to strike because they were unhappy. Now my father’s soiled diapers are overflowing the garbage can and making things smell and me miserable.

Six months ago, a CEO that doesn’t know me from Adam made so many bad decisions that the only way that he could make himself and the company look better was to cut costs by firing me. Even though I was doing my job and he was not.

A few months before that I was going to the emergency room once a month. That was on account of a home health nurse claimed for months that he would change my father’s catheter but never did yet didn’t have problem stringing us along and lying. So, he didn’t do his job and it was out of my hands but I had to handle it. He still has his job.

A couple of months before that, my father got sick because he wouldn’t go to the bathroom normally and ended up in the emergency room. A couple of weeks before that, my uncle got my brother sick and brought that home and I ended up catching norovirus. Completely out of my control.

A few years before that, I was brutally dumped by a woman that lied to me and cheated on me. It was right after the pandemic and I was caught flat footed. On top of which she demanded I pay her back rent for the months of lock down in which she told me she would take care of rent because she wanted me to quit my job.

That’s just the past five years. All this is to say is that I’m burnt out, exhausted and have zero energy to get my act together. Although, there’s a small voice inside me that keeps telling me I need to buckle down and get to it, otherwise the garbage will keep piling up. So, I either have to get busy digging my way out or get crushed and suffocated under a mountain of trash. Right now, it looks like the suffocation thing is winning.

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