What's the point?
I moved here to work. That's it. The fact that my biological family is here, well, that's a bonus, sure, but as much as I've grown to care about them, they aren't the reason I moved. I moved for the job. SO! I'm working! It hasn't been easy. There have been a lot of personality clashes, a lot of illness causing absenteeism on my part, more personality clashes, and enough drama to qualify me for a degree in it. But I'm working... Yep, I'm working... When I started at SCRI, overtime was almost mandatory: extra hours were always available because the department I was in needed to catch up with the quickly growing business. When things slowed down temporarily during the holidays I was able to help out in another department where, once again, things were behind. Tons of overtime hours required again. Life was good! Tiger wasn't here yet so I didn't have anything to come home to other than television. I was able to buy my car, move into an apartme