So Gail is really starting to come into her own. She’s beginning to understand the “rules” of being a dog, and being around her has become more enjoyable as a result. She seems a lot happier too.
On the other hand, there are other aspects of my life that have gotten notably worse. I don’t want to get into it, but I am seriously considering finding another job and leaving the employer I’ve had for over 20 years.
The thought of job hunting at my age is kind of scary. The good news is, I don’t look anywhere near my age. People still easily mistake me for being in my early thirties. The bad news is, I’ve gotten a tad bit obese, and fat people are easier to discriminated against than old people. Even if I start a highly aggressive weight loss plan last week, it would be several months before I got down to an attractive weight, and I may not have that much time.
In any event, the warning signs are brightly lit, and I need to get my ducks lined up so that I have a viable exit strategy from an increasingly unstable situation.
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“Having a bad boss isn’t your fault. Staying with one is.” ― Nora Denzel