So I used to work at a bookstore from 2007 to 2009. I quit in late 2009 in order to go back to school, which ended up being a failure. I've been in desperate need for a job, so I reapplied to that bookstore I used to work at and lo and behold, they hired me back! So I've been working for the past 2 weeks. A really good Bluelighter friend was kind enough to front me some Suboxone so I could keep the job, as I desperately needed the work. I am going to use my first check to get my own prescription for Suboxone.
For a really long time, I didn't want to admit that I couldn't completely quit opiates, but now I know that Opioid Replacement Therapy is the best solution for me at the moment...
So far, I feel like I've been doing okay. This position at the bookstore is completely different from my old position at the bookstore. If you want to guess, the bookstore I work for is named something similar to Narnes and Boble. When I was much younger and still in high school, it was kind of my dream job. I'm a nerd at heart and being around books all day makes my panties moist. (What?) So, yeah, even though it's stressful because I have to deal with the general public and my anxiety is through the roof. I'm also in a sales-oriented position which adds to the anxiety. But, hey, I've got my Klonopin if it gets too tough. Ha.
So today was weird. Well, technically yesterday now but I haven't slept in 24 hours...
While I was at work, I decided to text my dealer who will usually front me a bundle until I get cash. He texts me back saying that he has a job for me -- he wants me to bag up some bundles of dope for him because the chick who usually does it was being a bitch or something like that. I was also middling a deal for someone so I had to meet up with my dealer anyway. So it was like midnight when I left my apartment (I got home from work at 11:30pm) to go meet up with him. He picks me up in his car and we go to where he's staying in the city. Of course the motherfucker busts out some cocaine. You know, to help with bagging the heroin, right? 8( So yeah. I was feeling really fucking good after the first couple of lines. But then I started craving some of the dope and asked him for some and he gave me a nice little chunk. I wrapped it up in an old receipt from my job. So I am staring at a pile of dope and a pile of coke and I've been sniffing them back and forth ever since I got home at 8am.
I guess I'm living some weird double life right now... Nerdy bookseller by day, dope/coke fiend by night...and weekends...
For a really long time, I didn't want to admit that I couldn't completely quit opiates, but now I know that Opioid Replacement Therapy is the best solution for me at the moment...
So far, I feel like I've been doing okay. This position at the bookstore is completely different from my old position at the bookstore. If you want to guess, the bookstore I work for is named something similar to Narnes and Boble. When I was much younger and still in high school, it was kind of my dream job. I'm a nerd at heart and being around books all day makes my panties moist. (What?) So, yeah, even though it's stressful because I have to deal with the general public and my anxiety is through the roof. I'm also in a sales-oriented position which adds to the anxiety. But, hey, I've got my Klonopin if it gets too tough. Ha.
So today was weird. Well, technically yesterday now but I haven't slept in 24 hours...
While I was at work, I decided to text my dealer who will usually front me a bundle until I get cash. He texts me back saying that he has a job for me -- he wants me to bag up some bundles of dope for him because the chick who usually does it was being a bitch or something like that. I was also middling a deal for someone so I had to meet up with my dealer anyway. So it was like midnight when I left my apartment (I got home from work at 11:30pm) to go meet up with him. He picks me up in his car and we go to where he's staying in the city. Of course the motherfucker busts out some cocaine. You know, to help with bagging the heroin, right? 8( So yeah. I was feeling really fucking good after the first couple of lines. But then I started craving some of the dope and asked him for some and he gave me a nice little chunk. I wrapped it up in an old receipt from my job. So I am staring at a pile of dope and a pile of coke and I've been sniffing them back and forth ever since I got home at 8am.
I guess I'm living some weird double life right now... Nerdy bookseller by day, dope/coke fiend by night...and weekends...
