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Woke up several times during the night. Oliver was awake at 4:30. Took him into my bed for the next two hours. Woke up late, forced myself out of bed, walked him around the park. Saw Wes and his owner again. His owner gave me a red rhinestone collar for Oliver since Wes doesn't like it. Brought Oliver back upstairs, forced myself out again. Sitting here trying not to get back on career websites. Mom sent me another (third, fourth now?) e-mail that the FAA is accepting applications for air traffic controller trainees. Boss came in ten minutes ago and made my feeling for this morning worse, if that's even possible.

Desperately need a change. But not a "go to Oklahoma for weeks making $17,000/move into high-stress job" change. The FAA can keep their job. I bet that's thankless work, too.

I want to go home.