MonsterSakurah

Ohhhhh shit it's been a while since I last wrote one of these things. Yay for adding in a new thing to the virtual time capsule, I guess lol. Well, I turned 34 last month. Doesn't feel much different, but then again these past few years was one of major self-reflection. It's been two years since I left my old job and I don't regret leaving that and a lot of other people behind. I've now realized that a lot of them are two-faced. Perhaps my own naïve nature was in full display, but also, they are just co-workers, working in the same miserable job of egotistical management, nepotistic micromanaging corporate, and day after day of abusive, obnoxious, and entitled customers. If working in grocery hell for at least two weeks will tell you that people suck, what does it say for someone who worked in that same hell for eleven years and expecting a different outcome? At the very least, I am glad that I got out of there before the first major COVID outbreak. Who knows what I would've brought

Long time no update! If anyone cares to read this. I guess this is more like a personal time capsule. Lots of things have happened in a very short amount of time. Before the COVID-19 outbreak affected my neck of the woods (those woods being central Oklahoma), I finally quit my day job late February. I was severely depressed, sleep deprived, juggled the food delivery gig, and my hours were being cut consistently. I had enough and decided the next day that I was not coming back. Why I worked that same place for 11 years is a pretty simple and sad explanation- I needed the money to survive. I was trying to save up. After that, I pretty much coasted on DoorDash/Grubhub, the stimulus payment, and any savings I had. While I still do the delivery gig in the evenings, I really don't have as much income coming in. A lot of other people have lost their jobs as well. While at least rent is barely secured, not much else is. I am currently doing more art in order to beef up my portfolio and in