Good news: I currently have a new, better-paying job that’s closer to family. As a bonus, I’ll no longer be completely surrounded by Confederate, Don’t Tread On Me, and Trump flags. (Not to mention that one barn mural that has motorcycle-riding BFFs Trump and Jesus toting AK-47s.)
Bad news: Moving is the worst. Also, I’d forgotten how much the process of learning my new manager’s and coworkers’ moods and expectations wears me out. And when we enter winter, I’ll be lucky if I ever see the sun thanks to my work hours. Yay?
Also, I really hope the person in my old position is able to continue the connections I made with queer kids in the community. They desperately need the support and they’re understandably wary of most adults.










