I once had this brilliant idea that I should work with drug addicts/alcoholics on a daily basis. 7 months and 3 rehabilitation companies later... I just can't do it. I can't.
Today I put in my two weeks notice at A Sober Way Home, I took a part time job as a receptionist at a hair salon, and completed my FAFSA. Back to school!! Creative writing program, here I come.
It's been 3 years, THREE YEARS, since I was in school. Last time I took an honest-to-goodness class was at BYU and I was 20 years old. That seems insane.
What's even more insane is that this time I really am doing it on my own. I don't have my mom to call and cry to and explain loans to me. It's very odd doing such basic things without mom support. Surreal and relatively painless, just uncomfortable.
The decision to not work in treatment anymore wasn't an easy one. I took alot of pride in having such a difficult and rewarding job. It was fulfilling and dramatic and hilarious and exhausting and it turns out I just don't have the strength to keep doing it without coming home crying all the time.
Sleeping 5 nights a week at your job isn't fun, no matter what you do, but especially not when you literally get paid to have a houseful of women manipulate you, have huge dramatic reactions to everything, and constantly decide "THAT'S IT I'M LEAVING" only to calm down 2 hours later and admit they need to commit to a full 3 months of treatment.
My personality is extreme enough. I am entertaining and lively and a manipulator in my own right, I don't have enough space in my technicolor brain to support the ridiculous personalities of everyone else. What was I thinking?
It seems that for now, sweeping up hair clippings and buying a binder-reminder is probably the best choice.
On that note, the salon does employee's hair FOR FREE. Pictures of an insanely short dark brown perm, coming soon.
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