I'm lucky that I have, actually, pretty fucking fantastic insurance. The entire reason I quit school and got a crappy job with the state police as a clerk was so that I could get that insurance for Tom. I moved up the ladder pretty quickly because I'm sharp, but it wasn't what I envisioned myself doing. I count myself fortunate that eleven years later I've more than quadrupled my yearly salary and do a job I find challenging and interesting. I have half a degree which is the same as no degree and started out as a Clerk and am now am a Business Systems Analyst (nice title for "likes to muck about with computers and data"). Still, I'm no Cultural Anthropologist, am I? (I actually do not know what I was thinking about, looking back on it - what was I going to do with such a degree?) But, the road to this point was hard and depending on the day I'm not always sure it was worth it. I gave up my life for someone else who was singularly ungrateful.

You really, really do. No matter what it is about. You have to be pushy and you have to make yourself heard and you have to be calm and logical and have reasons why you think what you do or you get written off as uneducated and hysterical. It's awful.

Now, tell me, what are school sores and what are mozzie bites?