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I'm done with everything. Done. D O N E, done.

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Long story slightly-less-long, my job threw a wrench in my understanding of the accommodations I have via the Americans with Disabilities Act. Despite having been proactive to try to avoid any such issues, depending on how this is approached, I could find myself without a job in a few weeks. I'm hoping this doesn't happen (OBVIOUSLY), and I know my boss will do everything in her power to help my situation, but this shit comes from a board of people in a different state. When my company was bought, these people became the people in charge. I'll elaborate on said wrench if needed, but I don't have the fucking energy. (WrenchES. Plural. Two. One is that I'm expected to return to the physical office a full two weeks before the EARLIEST DATE I can drive again.)

I was already done with that. I said fuck it, it's cloudy and chilly, so I'm staying bundled up under a blanket with my dog. I texted PollyDude to see if he wanted to do something today, and got "fuck off" as a response.

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What. The. Fuck??

I'm FUCKING HOPING this was sent to me in error. He's never said anything like that to me, and even if he thinks he's fucking joking, it's not fucking funny. I texted him back "pardon? Don't talk to me that way," (it's not unusual for a conversation to take days if he's working; it's likely he hasn't seen my response) and about two hours later, I texted him that he needs to call or text me now. I'm beside myself. If he meant to send that to me? I'm pretty sure that's breakup material. And if I break up with him and lose my goddamn job, I'm moving back fucking east, and I don't even give a shit right now.

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I'm fucking done. I'm done in a way I can't even verbalize because it's disturbing. Fuck you, universe. You win. I fought for five years, but I'm at the end of my tether. Congrats.

EDIT: This came out far more melodramatic and hysterical than I'd realized. I am going to blame it on my fever and fatigue from earlier. I took Tylenol and a nap, and while I'm still very upset (and a little feverish) and am in kind of a dark and scary mindspace, I don't feel like this anymore. I'm sorry for losing my shit so thoroughly, guys!

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