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  • One day after my twenty-fourth birthday, I took my little print-outs to East Side Ink, where a tattoo artist named Sweety did this for me. He had a grand mustache.

    I've been miserable at my job for almost a year now. There were times when things weren't so miserable in between. But things have been pretty consistently miserable since the end of August, which is a whole lot of miserable.

    My tattoo says dulcius ex asperis, which in Latin means 'sweeter after difficulty,' or 'after difficulty, sweetness.' I truly believe in this. That hardships make you stronger. That you come out all the better for it. That nothing worth having is easily won. And I believe that all this misery will pass.

    But that's why it's tattooed on my wrist -- because I believe in it, but I also tend to forget, when all I feel is misery, day in and day out, sitting at my desk and wanting nothing more than to do what I do best, which is be honest about all the bullshit I see and hear everyday. But where I work now just doesn't tolerate anything better than sucking up to the right people.

    At the end of the day, I know that the people who make my days miserable are insecure deep down. Nobody can be so cold, selfish, back-stabbing, controlling, or duplicitous without a certain amount of insecurity. I know that anything that I've done to put myself in such a miserable position, I did because I believed in my actions, and I still do. So I am holding my head high and minding my wrist to keep my cool as I grope in the dark for the next candle to light.
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