True Story©… Tried to Make Me Go to Rehab
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I have been contiguously employed since a week after my 16 th birthday and can count on one hand the number of times I have called in sick. I lost a whole-ass week of work (and True Story©) last week due to a damned misunderstanding behind my apparent myriad of side hustles and get-money schemes. Wait… Y’all remember a few months ago when I tried to collect manholes and get the money for recycling? If not, go read and come back. [ link ] Welcome back… Now that we have established that it is absolutely NOT beneath me to employ crackhead labor to save a few bucks and/or maintain my own convenience in a situation, we can talk about what I have been up to. This all started back when my stimmy checks finally started to hit (I was late AF filing my taxes) . Following a surprise two-week hospital stay three years ago this past Monday, I was not in physical shape to continue to maintain my own lawn. Coinciding with the fact that my own mower had just died, i