At 10:30 this morning I was sitting in T’bone’s office waiting for a chat. It wasn’t my idea, not by a long shot. I made the mistake this morning of telling my boss about the doc visit yesterday and how my physical pain is being caused by anxiety, but not to worry, I’ve got another pill for that. (nevermind the fact that I’ve become a walking fucking pharmacy) And then I asked about the lesbian.
That’s pretty well when the proverbial shit hit the fan.
Evidently SHE is having too many issues with stress and anxiety right now and has taken the entire rest of the week off work. My boss alleges that she’ll be Strongly Encouraging her to seek counseling.
Oh by the way, Mama, you should go see your therapist again – I notice you’re having trouble concentrating.
DA FUQ?! You try taking all these goddamn meds and see how well you concentrate, BITCH.
Yeah, I don’t concentrate quite like I usually can. However, in a given 15 minute span I can get more work done than the lesbian and that worthless old man that works with us combined can do in an hour. None of my shit is behind schedule and as far as I know, no one is pissed at me. So, I say again, DA FUQ?!
I don’t slur my words, though I do sometimes lose them – so fucking what? I yawn a lot in the afternoon, but hey, I do my best work in the morning and who doesn’t want a little siesta around 2pm? I’m a little late getting there sometimes, but everyone is and we don’t punch a fucking clock so who the hell cares?
I called T-Bone’s office and lucky for me, he had an opening at 10:30, which I snatched like a bargain hunter in a department store the night before Christmas. And off I went.
Needless to say, his very professional opinion is that I am just fine and my boss is ridiculously crazy. However, he did give me some suggestions for helping with the anxiety. So, I’m thinking that the previously stated Building Rome goals are quite possibly going out the window this week. I have bigger fish to fry. Oh, and I made another appointment to see him – he said it wouldn’t hurt, and he likes visiting with me – for the first day of the semester.
SUCK IT, SWEETHEART.
In other news, I wanted to share a bit with Juls and this seemed like a good place to do it.
This is my “stress dragon” – a little squeezy toy that I abuse when I get stressed. Ya know, this poor little bastard needs a name. Anyone have a suggestion?
That’s what he looks like when you abuse him. AWW YEA!
I tried to have Josh take a picture to show y’all the recently tamed afro, but then I started fucking with the image and ended up with this. And honestly, I really like it. That image really shows how I feel most of the time right now – a little too concerned about what’s coming to look it dead in the eye.
A couple of unpleasant things have happened since I started writing this post. One – Josh’s family are proving yet again what ginormous fucktards they are. Two – this is our weekend to have the kid; she texted Josh a picture of a map with two places labeled “parking” and another labeled “party.”
His family is going on again about religion. He’s been getting all kinds of diatribe from them lately and finally got sick of it so he sent something in return. They didn’t like it, not one bit. So now they’re really persecuting him for being a “non-believer.” Yeah, great lot of Christians they are.
The thing with the kid – she hasn’t responded to Josh’s text asking what the fuck is going on. We suspect that she has yet another fucking birthday party to go to this weekend. Josh hasn’t had her here since I don’t remember when. Not that I give much of a shit, but he misses her. And this is a load of shit. She constantly has things come up on his weekends. I’m utterly fucking sick of it.
