Protective Sam


A Cat, a Half-Naked Woman, and a Computer

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Well, today's already a shitty day.  Ben got fired this afternoon.  He has major league depression and anxiety disorder, and Google said he "wasn't meeting his productivity goals" because he was taking too much time off.  To be fair, they've been extraordinarily helpful and patient, and his meds are slowly working on the depression.

But now he doesn't have a job.  Our insurance runs out at the end of the month.  We have some savings, but only enough for a few months of rent and stuff.  I have no idea what we're going to do.  Ben has no idea what we're going to do.  And how do you tell a guy who doesn't believe in God or fate or anything like that that this isn't his fault?  It's not his fault he has bad brain chemistry.  But he wants someone to blame, and so he blames himself.

What the hell are we going to do?


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