On September 6, our managers and HR dropped a bomb and me and all employees when they said the company we were working for was relocating back to Texas. Unless we followed them there, we were out of a job. It was nothing that we did that caused it; we were told it was business decision. My official last day was today. It was bittersweet; think I made the most money so far with this job than any other but management and the powers-that-be behind them could've acted more human when we're on the clock. A surreal feeling has been clinging to me since we were told the bad news. I guess realization of being sick and tired of being told what to do. I'm sick of doing jobs I don't want or care to do but C.R.E.A.M. You can barely do anything without money, unless I turned into one of those people that went off the grid. Can do that in Don't Starve and Stardew Valley but it's not so simple in real life.

Probably ranted and raved about publishing in the past but I've been pushed too the edge and my toes are shivering as I clutch the crumbling edge. If not this month, planning to publish next month on Amazon with help and guidance from friends who know the real deal of being a writer/author. Got this chapter to finish and the next one will be the last for this "arc". I don't expect it to be a best seller. No. Fuck no. But I need to stop being scared and stop being pushed around.