My shift ended 42 minutes ago, at 2:15. Our Wifi at home is still suspended. Not sure if it’s going to return. I just want money to move, and live by myself.

My roommate, Rose, has her good points, but after my life imploded and swirled around the toilet bowl a few times, I really feel the need, and desire to once again live by myself. I need space, and time to clear my mind and decompress my life events since 2007. If a miracle occurred, and I attracted a significant other I wanted to share a home with, I could do that. That’s just not in the cards, though.

I want quietude. I want to have a domestic environment that I alone build; I want to do my own decorating, furniture arranging, curtain hanging, painting if permitted in a rental. And, I do want to rent. I’m not sure if I want to keep my roots in Florida. My home state does not feel like home anymore. It hasn’t felt welcoming since we went through the Rick Scott governing. And, the whole world knows what a loser Ron De Santis is. He’s a worse human than Scott, and the worst governor in Florida’s history. I don’t even like his wife.

I have difficulty respecting spouses who stay with such obviously awful humans. Duh satan, my current nickname for our pathetic governor, is so obviously mean spirited, and lacking in the cognitive realm, how can anyone ignore that? Maybe I’m being judgmental, but at this stage of my life, I have little patience for people who behave as if nothing is wrong, or display a lack of spine, or fortitude to improve, or leave their nasty spouses. Staying because giving up property is not a good reason. Freedom from unhappiness is more valuable. So, it goes to reason if the the spouse stays with a real nasty dud, s/he stands the chance of being a real nasty dud. And, I’m well aware of the fear factor of leaving an abuser. I have psych degree, so the people in those situations do get my sympathy.

So, I wandered off the trail again, sorry. I constantly think about moving back to Oregon, but that takes bigger bucks than getting my own home here in Orlando. In reality, I’m not sure my allergies could withstand the damp Falls and Winters. What I want to do is take an extended vacation to Portland from the end of September to March. It could be a working vacation to help me live. I’d be able to judge how I tolerate that time of year. It’s funny because those are my favorite seasons there. Yeah, I’m weird; Florida is the wrong state for me.

Then there is the people variable. All my dearest friends live here. It’s lots to think about.

In the meantime, I’m here in the breakroom mooching the internet connection. I had a four hour shift. Whoohoo. As I was walking back here from my register, the head cashier was paging for cashier assistance. Gee, why didn’t management adjust the schedule? We have a computer program that makes the schedule now. Managers claim that they can’t play with it. The same crap happened at Walmart. The schedules were always a mess.

But, speaking of Walmart, I have to stop by there on the way home to get embroidery thread to patch some work pants because I can’t seem to find the kind of work pants I want.

Plus, I’m going to get one of the 10 plant pots I need. I really hate navigating that store. My roommate just got rehired by Walmart and she’s going to be doing in-store shopping there—if she stays with it. That’s another story.

Well, I’ve been here long enough. I’m getting drowsy, and hungry. Not lunch for a short shift.

Later.