Rude-ass guest at work just told my coworker [in Spanish] that it was “ridiculous” that I don’t know Spanish and how dare I think the world cater to me
I had an epiphany today. It came to me as I put a bandage over the broken blister on my right middle finger. A blister that came to be as I spent five hours late last night and late this morning putting together a bunch of furniture I bought on a whim after work last night.
I have a job that allows me, at the moment, to buy do-it-yourself furniture in the middle of the night on a whim without having to worry about skipping a bill or putting a little less food on my table for a couple of weeks or running my car on fumes.
And it feels pretty darn good.