Moving On

I have twenty-one days to decide if I want to accept the severance package I was offered. What choice do I have? There’s no job to fight for. I can’t say it was wrongful termination. I guess I’m lucky I got anything beyond my vacation time. I’m still not sure how I feel about this. Blindsided? Yes. Pissed off? A little. Happy to be rid of a dysfunctional workplace I was thinking about leaving anyway? Absolutely. And maybe that’s the worst thing of all; I didn’t want to leave my immediate boss in a lurch, so I stuck it out. It turns out they didn’t mind leaving me in a lurch at all. I miss company loyalty. If I’m loyal to them, they should be loyal to me. Nope. Not anymore. Gone are the days of working twenty years and retiring with a decent pension. Ah, nostalgia.

I’m still dealing with vertigo. It might be getting a little better. Of course, every time I think that things start spinning again. My head still feels like cotton. The doctor didn’t seem to think that was a problem. Sometimes I wonder what doctors actually know. How many times have you heard stories of a person who went to ten different doctors saying they had pain somewhere and the doctors all found nothing wrong or thought it was in their head? Then it turns out they have stage four stomach cancer, and they have weeks to live. I didn’t think there’d be a magical cure for me, but I thought we’d take all symptoms into account.

Meanwhile, Lion continues to be horny while worrying about me. He said he misses snuggling even if there’s no relief for his horniness. I’ll see what I can do for him today. As long as I’m not changing position quickly, I can probably give him a hand job or blow job. You never know until you try.

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