Anya ,'Dirty Girls'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, nail polish, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Why is the sky leaking so much? Jesus, LA. Be, you know, LA. And, lord, the flooding of intersections. Also, my inability to use an umbrella.
The post office was really empty at lunchtime. Why didn't I take my parcel to mail? I only went to pick something up. D'oh.
I think my middle sister is having a break down. I'm seriously concerned with her mental health and I'm not sure what to do. She's been depressed about losing her full time job last summer, dealing with being a temp and making less money. But she's belligerent one second and weeping the next when I talk to her. I told her to go see her doctor about some anti-depressants and she yelled, "I don't need a fucking pill, I need a fucking job!" and then hung up the phone.
I think I'm going to try to call her husband.
"I don't need a fucking pill, I need a fucking job!"
They're not mutually exclusive! In fact, the right pills can make the job hunting way more successful.
(Note to all the narcotics officers lurking: I mean ADs, not speed.)
Ugh. I know the feeling of thinking real life will fix your mood, not pills. But in the meanwhile? Pills totally fixed my mood, or made it bearable. It's just really hard to hear, sometimes.
I've been reblogged by goodstuff! I feel like I've made it now.
ugh, Cashmere, yeah I think checking in with her husband is a good idea.
I am having A Day. All work related. FEH!!!!!!!!!!!
It's probably not helping her either that the pervading sentiment these days seem to be, "Not having a job is your fault and medicating is being weak and that's probably why you don't have a job." It's really mean and so hurtful to people, and I'm sorry your sister has internalized it.
They're not mutually exclusive! In fact, the right pills can make the job hunting way more successful.
That's what I told her! She's in no shape to go job hunting. She's upset with herself because six months ago, she could have taken unemployment and gotten job retraining paid by the state. She chose, instead, to take the temp gig and now they won't release her from the job. She's 48 years old with no degree. I understand why she's upset and depressed. But if she doesn't get her shit straight, she's going to keep being miserable.
You'd think she's listen to me--the only sister of hers with actual experience with ADs. They've saved me and made me an easier person to live with.
Oh, Cashmere, that sucks.
Also, I am ready to choke a bitch at UCLA's Procedure Unit. Hello. What time is surgery tomorrow? GROWL.
Whatever time they tell you will be wrong. But at least you'll be able to know one time it won't be!
Hey, Kat, Burrell, are we doing dinner Wednesday? I don't know if I'll be in the office that day or not, but 6 or later should be fine for me.
Dinner, yes, for me at least. I'll have a worn down and out kid in tow (sorry) so if you want to forego that's fine. Though I'm craving Indian and would love to see you.