So, from the outside, I showed up to work. Woohoo. Big fucking deal. But it IS a big fucking deal - it's just no one else knows what I have going on.
I thought that's what a "job" is as a "grownup." I guess I'm outnumbered around here.
I have a traffic court case pending, and my attorney won't return my calls
I had a convertible that I used to drive in the summer that got towed by DPS because the registration was out of date
My vehicle inspection is way out of date, and my windshield is cracked badly enough that I need to replace it to get an inspection sticker, and can't afford to
My work shoes need to be replaced
My monthly expenses have been exceeding my income, and my savings are nearly depleted
I can pretty much tell whether or not I'm sober enough to drive when I wake up in the morning based on my pain level. If I don't hurt, I need to call a cab.
No one at my job knows anything about any of that, because I'm a grownup who goes to work five days a week to earns a living. Why would I talk to them about my personal problems?