So, I've failed again. Or, most likely I have. It's almost 100% for sure. I'll find out tomorrow for sure. It's very likely that when I wake up in the morning (wake up? yeah right. I'm not sleeping tonight) that I'll have no job. Again. For the ... sixth? time since I left the Army in late 2014.
Let's see. The hydraulic pump factory, the cable place, taco bell, refereeing basketball, the lawn mower shop the first time, and then the lawn mower shop again. Yep. Six jobs I couldn't keep. 28 months, 6 jobs I've lost. That's an average of 4.67 months per job. And that's not counting the time spent on unemployment. Take out those months, and we're looking at right around 4 months per job.
Yeah. There's a winner.
On Tuesday, my boss told me that he understands that I'm going through issues. Side bar rant here: No. You don't. Unless you've lived with it, felt its effects, seen or lived the issues firsthand, you have no stinking clue.
Unless you've been there for the sleepless nights, the accidentally sleeping all day, the panic when you hear a loud noise, the anxiety of being in a crowd, the depression of knowing that you can't do normal things, the looking over your shoulder and completely missing your daughter's birthday party at the restaurant, the having your kids know that they have to ask you if they can hug you because they know you can't be touched by surprise, the guilt at accidentally punching a co-worker because he placed his hand on your shoulder when you were having flashbacks, the screaming in the night in terror at nightmares...
You know what? I don't feel like posting anymore.
- Sapper Woody
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