Humbug

Rehab is ending.

I said goodbye to the physiotherapist and my shrink today.

Tomorrow the social worker and occupational therapist.

Then it's all over.

I feel like an orphan being kicked out of the orphanage: Go on now! Sort it out yourself!

I have a meeting with my boss in the morning.

I saw my coordinator in a meeting with the person they've appointed in my place (illegally it seems, according to the union - I can still claim back my job).

But it burns with humiliation.

It burns viciously when someone from the administration office comments casually that they're putting a lot of effort into kicking me out.

I don't want the damn job anymore anyway.

Oi vey.

You have to change to stay the same!

Change!!

Change Now!!!

It's inevitable.

You don't have to like it.

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