I bought a new car last week (yay), after agonizing over whether I should do it for literally months.
I am currently reaching the tail-end of training for my new job (yay!!!), and for the most part, it is entertaining me, and I am learning tons of stuff. However, some of the actions of the people in my section, inside and outside the workplace, let me know there are some truly messy bitches out there in the world.
I started a new job today. Even getting to this point took around three months. So I should be happy I finally got out of that other job, the one that was slowly killing my soul. The pay will be better, as will the future opportunities.
At the beginning of the month, I finally saw my psychiatrist about switching my antidepressant medication (my previous one, the generic for Effexor Xr, was fucking with my blood pressure, and I didn’t want my heart to explode). He suggested a new one to try, and I good with that.
No mainpage please (do they even still do that?)
Or at least a group of people that aren’t perpetually cancelling on me.
Generic for Effexor. Anyone else take either of those? How have the side effects been for you? Do you feel like it works?
These questions brought to you by: I have been taking this shit for well over two years, and I am almost certain it has stopped working because I have been suffering from a major depressive episode…
Help me figure out my coworker. (Not that it really matters, since I technically won’t be there very much longer).
My therapist asked me, point blank, “is there anything you can do to abate your stress/depression levels, short of quitting?”
I found out a few weeks back that 2 of my friends were planning a weekend getaway, and they invite me along. Plans finally start to come together last weekend. I take the initiative and reserve the hotel.
At work today. And it was mostly caused by me (accidentally)inflicting one of my a-hole clients on one of my coworkers. If I had known the guy was gonna be a HUGE DOUCHE, and end up getting under my coworker’s skin, I would have just dealt with it myself.
Picking up an errant piece of hair off the bathroom floor this morning. I have been lying in fetal position in bed all day today because of it.
1.) I have resigned myself to the fact that I will be one of those “forever alone” types: I’ll have friends and family, but there won’t be any “love of my life” or “soulmate” stuff happening with me. Some people just aren’t made for that kind of love I guess.
. . . on my coworker, and I have no idea how the Hell this happened. He isn’t even my type (okay, I don’t really have a “type,” but I know what my type isn’t, and he checks all the boxes).
Okay, not really “ever,” but in the past 48 hours.
When a guy is into you? Cause I kind of have no idea. I seem to be rather oblivious to whatever “signals” men put out (short of the ones where they actually walk up to me and go “Hi, I like you, we should go out.”).
I just found out that the dentist I was going to billed my insurance for a treatment costing $150 . . . after charging me $150 for that service at the time they provided it.
On my skin. Specifically on my armpits. Caused by my deodorant. Scrubbing during my shower does not seem to get all this crap off.
My bifday is on Sunday, and my mother keeps asking me if I have plans. Does trying to be asleep for that exact 24 hour period count as a plan? No? Then no mother, I do not have plans.