huh, National Coming Out Day. It's been . . . (counting) 12 years? Good lord, since I accidently came out. Well not accidently came out, I intended to come out, just it was an accident that it happened to be national coming out day. Funny, back then I wanted to scream it from the roof tops. I was desperate for people to know. I wanted to scream it from the roof tops. I was tired of hiding in the shadows and busted out of the closet, quietly. heheh. Anyway, just saw the date, and remembered.

Work is SUCKING ass. SUCKING! I've all but called the dr. and found a councilor. I need something to deal with this stress besides exercise and alcohol. I find myself daily eager to get home to a beer or three. Not that it's an escape at all anymore. Evidently this light weight has a tolerance now, atleast I refuse to up the intake. But as I drove home yesterday I wondered how dangerous a combo muscle relaxants, nyquil, and the beers would be. Didn't do it. But I so badly wanted to just be blissfully asleep for more then 3 hours. Yesterday was full of layoffs, I'm safe from those. My boss still talks about his grand plans for the future, of which I'm firmly ensconced in the verbage. Still, these layoffs weren't supposed to happen, and the crazy bumpy ride that has been this charter school has me doubting everything. We weren't supposed to have lay offs, this is the second round, which has me wondering about being shut down, which isn't supposed to happen either. A lot of things have happened this school year that weren't supposed to happen. I'm keeping my eyes on a fashion show I'm going to on Friday with my one day Amerca's Next Top Models nieces, and Miami next week.

I don't complain. I work hard and long. My boss told me yesterday he has instructed the business manager to alot me a comp day for every 10 days worked. Nice. I'm so going to start scheduling some three day weekends. guilt? Yeah a bit.