The day before the eclipse, I learned that the lab brought in a consultant, who told them that they need to lose 1 full time person and use their per diems (me) less. And I saw a preview of June's schedule...with me scheduled once again on *night shift* along with my hours being cut from 3 days/week to 2 
The whole reason I wanted per diem was so I could say *no* to one thing -- night shift. No bennies at all, lower pay, for the right to say no. Which they conveniently ignore.
The day after the eclipse, on Monday, one of the students told me they had just made him an offer -- per diem -- which he accepted.
So a week after they're told to lose a full-time person and use less per diems, they hire a new per diem?
Handwriting on the wall....I will be giving notice this week, for the week *before* the night shift. fuck them. They're dumping me anyway.
I'm done. I hate this job more than I could ever imagine possible. It didn't have to be this way, but I have never in my life met such hateful people. Hateful. The didn't even have the common decency to allow me to grieve the loss of my love in peace, but used that as an opportunity to sick their brain-damaged, alcoholic janitor with a history of sexual harassment on me. What the goddam fuck is wrong with people?
I had one dream from the time I was 11 years old. It's one thing for your family to not actively support your dream. It's another thing for them to actively sabotage it in every way possible.
I'm now pushing 59, with my saturn return to 0 degrees of my sun sign of Scorpio just a week or so before the sun enters Scorpio.
Forget the teeth, bone, whatever health issues, Rick. I'm done. Stick a fork in me. That is my eclipse awakening.
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