Hey.

I know it's been a while. I'm sorry. The truth is, I've... not had the best week. Month.

My new job was eating away at me. The hours were long and what I was actually doing, while not physically demanding, was something I was ill-suited for. It was essentially a call center job, trying to sell without actually selling anything. If that confuses you, or you think that sounds awfully duplicitous, congratulations, I'm right there with you. -.- I stuck with it, though, because it was good pay and the company was good to me.

Then I had my breakdown. I just left work one day, went to the gym, and started crying without really knowing why. I just shut down. It was a bout of depression with the worst sense of timing.

Then I was fired.

Yeah. True, I didn't even like my job anymore, and flirted with the idea of quitting, but being out right fired, thrown out, is... well, it doesn't do anything for the ego.

And that's where I am now. My schedule has freed up considerably, so I'll be able to get things done much more quickly, but I still just need a day or two to recover and pick up the pieces of my shattered self-esteem. Thank you all, especially my commissioners, for your patience.

Thanks and God bless,
-Renard