December is going to be fucking hell. Work will grind to a halt, everyone expects you to be happy just because, and my ex will be on vacations so she'll probably go and stay with the fucking asshole she replaced me with.
I promised myself I wouldn't do it to my family on the holidays because my mother insists on extortioning me emotionally ("If you kill yourself I will do so too") and I have a nice gig on January. That'll be my curtain call, one last job to prove to thank the people who gave me a chance at a high-paying and dignified job, a few thousand bucks to leave behind for my mother.
