So, I guess that I am now, officially, estranged from my mother. This is a big part of the reason that I haven't been around of late, as my mother an I had been having repeated arguments over my sexuality. I don't think it helped that a friend loaned me a copy of Frozen that finally put that damn song into fucking context, but it all lead into a leeetil emotional breakdown. All while work was running me ragged because some of the more machismatic fucks in the company wouldn't take the poor girl who took up the despatcher position seriously.

I gave my bosses their marching orders a week ago, stating in no uncertain terms that I would only fill the roll for two weeks. After which, if they haven't filled the position, I won't be accepting any more shifts from them. Given that two of our clients are insistent that I be on staff for event nights, it's starting to get ugly, especially since I also told them that if they don't ensure that the next despatcher has to suffer being treated like a doormat, I'll consider the position unfilled.

So, yeah. I'm just a little drained, emotionally and physically. But I am alive, and I am popping my head in from time to time.