I love sobriety.

I don't, however, love my job so much.

15 years of alcoholism; 5 months of sobriety and I wake up every morning grateful to not have a hangover. Sounds pathetic doesn't it? Whatever. I went out to dinner Saturday with some friends; one of them had been in the sun too long and an hour into dinner felt like she had sunstroke and needed a ride home. Last summer I would have been 3 mojitos in and unable/unwilling to be the one to drive her home; Saturday it was no big deal and that is such an amazing feeling. It's so wild to look back and realize I was living like I had some bizarre disability and yet I was bringing it on myself daily. Daily.

Work however, sucks. 5 months. 5 months. 5 months....I got called out yesterday for not usually working a full 40 hour week. I think I might try next week to work 40 hours. I think what I'll probably do though is talk to my ob/gyn about my fatigue and get going on FMLA again. 30 hours a week sounds much better. 10-4, 11-5, I could definitely deal with that. Yeah, I think that's the direction I'm leaning. (WARNING: childish sentence ahead) Bummer for my stupid company. I bet they'll be thinking my 38 hour work week looked pretty good.

In case you hadn't noticed, I'm not feeling very zen about this whole thing right now. In fact, I'm feeling very grumpy and vindictive. Very, very much so.