I Leave and Heave...

This is my last week working alongside an Angry Black Bitch.

And I am, in all honesty, not ready or willing to share how that makes me feel with anyone else but her at this moment in time.

And that’s only if I can keep myself from crying, which is not likely.

In case you’re wondering, I’m starting a new job with an agency that advocates for the mentally ill – with a specific focus on helping folks who are homeless addicts.

If there’s anything that I’ve learned from a Bitch, it’s that bitching about a problem is one thing, doing something about it is another matter altogether.

In this case, I wish it didn’t mean that when I walk out of our office on Friday, we’d no longer be co-workers.

I just have to believe that when I walk out of our office on Friday, we’ll remain friends.

At least we have the United Church of Bitchitude and Latter-Day Drunks. Until the bitter in-fighting begins, which it always could, y'all. She's a Bitch - I'm a drunk....there's always drama when those two energies collide, honey.

But I wouldn't have it any other fucking way.

I'll miss you ABB, and you know that. And that's all I'm going to say on the matter.