Then In Retaliation I Cut My Hair

Ever have those days, weeks, months, years where you feel like you are drowning in all of it? I can honestly say since August that has been my life.
I had a bumpy start in regards to how I handled things but I am slowly improving.

Then today happened.
I prefer not to go into all of it because it is just not worth it.
Except to say that today I was made to feel awful that I had to miss work because of Chris's family. I asked to leave 45 minutes early to get my hair cut.
Mind you...I worked 4 hours on Saturday. I have not left before 5:30 every night this week. (Did I mention I start at 7:30?) And oh yes no lunches except for 1 day...
So in my mind leaving 45 minutes early not a biggie.
Except of course if you have a death in your family and leave 2 hours early on a Friday.
Oh and did I mention I am working from 7:30 - 5:30 to cover for someone to have the day off.
Mind you when I am gone people close for her or open. So she doesn't have to work the whole day... they also bring other people in...
UGH

So I went to my haircut.
And I cut my hair off.
I have been conforming to what I think my office thinks I should look like and it is ending now.
I do a fine job funky hair or no.
And I got my cartilage pierced.
I am going to start taking lunches and leaving on time.
I am going to live to work not work to live.

I might even go back to school soon...
Or become a stay at home mommy.
As sad as is this sounds with a loss there is sometimes opportunities...

Thank you Dad.