At home and at work, crying once a day at minimum. I needed to get my water pump fixed in my car and I'd saved up so I took the car into the mechanic last Saturday. They accidentally called J rather than me. Then J called me and screamed at me and asked why I kept giving his number out since my pharmacies and now my mechanic were calling him. I tried to tell him that I didn't give his number out but he wouldn't listen and would just say "you're a horrible fucking liar." Then Verizon called me because he wanted to separate our accounts. He actually went so far as to change his number.
So that was awesome.
Later in the week, the medical director for an organization within my company sent me an utterly disrespectful, condescending, and insulting email. And I was not allowed to respond. My boss called the guy and he had my back but he correctly pointed out that since I am applying for a transfer within the company, pissing off the medical director would not be a good idea.
Oh, and J thinks I gave his number to my pharmacies? The funny thing is that I've been struggling to get my Copaxone for a week and a half. I finally got it but the idea that I would be spending my time giving his number out randomly is just so bizarre and kind of ironic seeing as I was having trouble getting my own damned medicine.
Thursday was the last day at work for a friend of mine. I'd planned on taking her for happy hour and not only did she not show up, nor did anyone else who was invited. I felt pathetic and I wonder if anyone would ever think to invite me out if I didn't organize it. I mean, Tits is great. She and I went to a casino the other week and had a blast. But these other people I've known for years and I don't know if they would ever think of me the way I think of them.
So you know, I've been having a little pity party. But! I talked with my mom last night and we arranged it and I'm flying to Arizona on Wednesday and we are going to drive to Laughlin. I'll get home on Tuesday. I think I need this. If for no other reason? I need to stop feeling so sorry for myself. I have a great life. Why am I whining?
So that was awesome.
Later in the week, the medical director for an organization within my company sent me an utterly disrespectful, condescending, and insulting email. And I was not allowed to respond. My boss called the guy and he had my back but he correctly pointed out that since I am applying for a transfer within the company, pissing off the medical director would not be a good idea.
Oh, and J thinks I gave his number to my pharmacies? The funny thing is that I've been struggling to get my Copaxone for a week and a half. I finally got it but the idea that I would be spending my time giving his number out randomly is just so bizarre and kind of ironic seeing as I was having trouble getting my own damned medicine.
Thursday was the last day at work for a friend of mine. I'd planned on taking her for happy hour and not only did she not show up, nor did anyone else who was invited. I felt pathetic and I wonder if anyone would ever think to invite me out if I didn't organize it. I mean, Tits is great. She and I went to a casino the other week and had a blast. But these other people I've known for years and I don't know if they would ever think of me the way I think of them.
So you know, I've been having a little pity party. But! I talked with my mom last night and we arranged it and I'm flying to Arizona on Wednesday and we are going to drive to Laughlin. I'll get home on Tuesday. I think I need this. If for no other reason? I need to stop feeling so sorry for myself. I have a great life. Why am I whining?
hey, you know I would NOT have missed the happy hour if I wasn't 4 time-zones away ... I even texted thinking you could have a beer for me!!
ReplyDeletesorry no one else showed up ...poop on them!
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Oh please, no worries! I was just having a pity party!
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