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Patrick:
I am so drained mentally right now that I could scream. Except then I'd have to actually scream, and that'd be just ONE MORE THINK TO HAVE THUNK.

bainidhe_dub:
Things are happening with my new job! I only have 3 days left at the pizza place, and yesterday I took off to go to the annual team meeting at the new company. Woo! No more bitches asking why it took the driver longer to get to their house than it would have taken them to get to the store! You are not the only people getting pizza on a Friday night, most delivery runs have a couple of stops. If you wanted it that bad you could always, y'know, order for carryout and drive the 5 minutes to pick it up yourself. Also no more people losing their shit because we (actually it's corporate, this is a franchise, we have to do what they say) got rid of their Chicken Kickers. Geez. It's just fucking pizza.

The Seldom Killer:
insert needlessly maudlin post

Lets at least try to be a bit more fucking positive eh.

Boro_Bandito:
 Ohhhh, Dominos? Yeah I had a friend who was a delivery driver for them, and essentially they had him beat his car to absolute hell, customers are ridiculous and the pay absolutely sucked, he just got a job working for Flowers and Fancies as a driver since Valentine's Day and now he's got his own company van, better pay, less stress and less crazy co-workers. Of course I suppose the trade-off there is that now he has to deliver to hospitals and funeral homes and sometimes he has multiple deliveries to the same place because well sometimes there's more than one of whatever family involved there (both permanent and not) but overall he's much happier now.




I myself have currently stopped going to school, I am now enrolled as part of Sheppard Pratt's outpatient adult day hospital program, just dropped my prescription for Zoloft off at the pharmacy (I have never taken anti-depressants before) and in general I feel more crazy than I did the day I went to the ER that started all of this. 

Also I am enrolled in their "dual-diagnosis program", which means that I'm the only person in it for marijuana abuse (whereas everyone else is in it for Alchohol, heroin, and in some cases mixing of those plus several other drugs) even though I've agreed to completely stop smoking as long as I'm on any sort of medication, haven't smoked for the past two weeks since my little ER incident, have no desire to smoke (because the last thing I want to do is deal with side-effects from drug interaction) and generally I don't see myself as addicted in any way (I don't smoke alone ever, I don't mix drugs, I've never sold any possessions or stolen anything in order to buy drugs), and now I'm second guessing myself because all the nurses there and my psychiatrist are being pretty patronizing about all of it and in general making me, well, feel like an addict.

Also did I mention I'm somewhat of an introvert with horrible stage-fright that really, really hates having the center of attention focused on me at any given time? And group therapy? Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

Positive can be a very hard thing to be sometimes. Shit the only reason I can even say any of this is that sort of boundary that comes from the anonymity of this being the internet (even though I've met some of you awesome people in person, yes I know it doesn't make sense)

Barmymoo:
I assume you are being compelled to be in the program? Sounds kind of a tricky situation because of course they are not going to take your word for it that you aren't an addict... even if you really aren't. Good luck!

Had my last Wednesday with the kids - this time next week I'll be in St Jean de Luz and in two weeks I'll be home. We had a really nice day at Versailles having a picnic in blazing sunshine which I would consider good weather for August, never mind April. Four-year-old daughter, unsurprisingly, fell off her bike (which has stabilisers! I didn't know this was possible) and slightly grazed her knee. Cue hystrionics and constant references to "my blood". I must admit to limited patience for her hypochondria - although she's pretty stoic when she's actually hurt, but of course the tiny nicks and grazes happen all the time and it's so.boring.

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