Part two, 2014! I’m back in the USA, no longer shitting blood and vomiting–life’s getting better, right?? Maybe you can look at the title and figure that one out…. Before I left for South America I requested off work and told my boss I was going to Peru indefinitely. For some reason she said she’d hold my job. So when I returned home I started working at the coffee shop again but the day after I got there I found out my cool boss had been transferred to another store and replaced with an ogre-looking bitch. Quickly my experience at work went from being generally pleasant to consistently stressful. Work was my refuge from the rest of my seemingly ever-disintegrating life. I didn’t make much money there and the people were often rude, but at least it was stable and…