Bleh. My workplace has been requiring’mask at all times’. It stinks. After having breathing problems last week, I gave up and cut out the blue stuff and covered it with cheesecloth instead.
Now I can mostly breathe, and thankfully the mask fascists haven’t thrown me out yet.
It’s tempting to just retire early and enjoy life while my savings is still worth something, but being bored and poor isn’t exactly fun.
Bleh.
Buy yourself a little silver every week as a reward for working—when you finally retire, or the financial crash happens it’ll eventually make you glad you did. It’s still pretty cheap.
Add to that, being severely hearing disabled, not knowing sign language, and needing to lip-read in order to understand what is being said.