I really do. It seems that every time I try to advance in my career or accept additional responsibility at my job, something happens to stop that. When I started pursuing my license as a Nuclear Reactor operator, my schizo meth head uncle burned my dad’s house down, tried to kill him in a separate instance and my grandmother died. This all happened within a month. I had to remove myself from license class. Up until lately I have been aggressively pursuing getting another job, with more responsibility, then I get saddled with the fibro diagnosis. I seriously think that someone is saying, “Hey, just be happy with what you have, you don’t need anymore, OK!”
So I think I’m going to listen to that voice. I’ve decided to be less aggressive with my job search. After all, I have a basically stress free existence right now, where I can come and go as I please (as long as it winds up to 40 hours in the end). That’s a real help with my condition right now.
