(No picture today - blogger is being pooey)
My therapist has joined with that neuro-psych doctor to reveal to me that one of the main stressors in my life is my job. I don't know how much I'll be paying for my 2 visits to the neuro-psych doctor-- she who is "out-of-plan" and therefore subject to a $1,000 deductible-- but I'm pretty sure I could have told her that over the phone. Or by telegraph. Or in a greeting card. I don't think I needed 6 hours of tests and a second mortgage on my tabby to tell me that.
So, while we were discussing this Big Reveal last week, N-P doc asked what my *realistic* ideal job is, and I realized that what I have now is close to where I think my talents lead me. I thought I liked to be helpful, I thought I liked teaching people things, I used to be able to present myself pretty well in a public speaking setting. And yet? Those are the same things that drive me crazy now. I forget my train of thought so easily now that it makes my help desk duties and training sessions really painful.
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There isn't much that will make this entry any different than any other "I hate my job" screed you'll find all over the internet so sorry this isn't too interesting. So, in light of the fact that about 3 hours have passed since I wrote those previous paragraphs, instead I will talk about
What Happens Now that I'm Back from Walgreen's
My therapist has joined with that neuro-psych doctor to reveal to me that one of the main stressors in my life is my job. I don't know how much I'll be paying for my 2 visits to the neuro-psych doctor-- she who is "out-of-plan" and therefore subject to a $1,000 deductible-- but I'm pretty sure I could have told her that over the phone. Or by telegraph. Or in a greeting card. I don't think I needed 6 hours of tests and a second mortgage on my tabby to tell me that.
So, while we were discussing this Big Reveal last week, N-P doc asked what my *realistic* ideal job is, and I realized that what I have now is close to where I think my talents lead me. I thought I liked to be helpful, I thought I liked teaching people things, I used to be able to present myself pretty well in a public speaking setting. And yet? Those are the same things that drive me crazy now. I forget my train of thought so easily now that it makes my help desk duties and training sessions really painful.
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There isn't much that will make this entry any different than any other "I hate my job" screed you'll find all over the internet so sorry this isn't too interesting. So, in light of the fact that about 3 hours have passed since I wrote those previous paragraphs, instead I will talk about
What Happens Now that I'm Back from Walgreen's
So, I just got back and I bought very mundane things: Some low-dose aspirin, the chewable kind that tastes like orange so I can chew my pill with my mouth open like a child; Revlon ColorSilk permanent hair color #54; some Russell Stover cream eggs (vanilla and maple cream); some Cadbury Cream Eggs for the husband; and some Arrid Extra Dry.
Nothing too fancy. And yet when I got home, I still wanted to rip everything out of its packaging and revel in its new stuff-ness.
I'm pretty sure my new deodorant high won't wear off for at least a couple days.
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3 comments:
I was in Longs the other day and was trying to remember who it was that I knew that had a thing for Cadbury Cream Eggs. Now I remember!
Deb
Um, I checked with the husband. He doesn't recall eating Cadbury eggs in high school. Stop having fantasies about my freshman!
I swear there was some Cadbury thing going on. Was it you maybe????? Damn, thought I had it figured out, now it's bugging me again.
Deb
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