I am so tired I just forgot my own phone number in the middle of leaving my therapist a voice mail.
Evidently, it takes three weeks of stress, minimal sleep and living out of a suitcase at my mom’s before I’m within spitting distance of my breaking point. Not bad.
I’m going to a belly dance retreat this weekend. Let’s hope I don’t have a complete meltdown in front of everyone.
Quick and unpleasant life update:
Time to post some inspirational quotes with zero context on how this is relevant to my life right now.
huh, that’s a distinction i hadn’t considered before. but hey, same thing stands—do enough calls and you get used to it. and hey, i bet the people you’re calling handle so many calls that they won’t even remember you, much less care about your goofs
This is also part of my pre-call pep talk. And I’m definitely making progress - ten years ago it took me a couple of days to amp myself up enough to finally call! (When I was in high school, if my dad asked if I wanted pizza or whatever for dinner and I said yes, he’d make me call. I have finally forgiven him for this.)
my first job (and most following jobs, actually) involved answering phones a LOT. not quite the same as calling, but if you have 60 phone conversations a day you do get used to it. so, people like that can call without having to worry first. ^^So the weird thing is that I have absolutely no problem answering phones. My brain has decided that whoever answers the phone automatically has control of the situation. When I call someplace new, though, I still go on this panic spiral where I’m all what if it’s the wrong number or I say something stupid or I mispronounce a name? Then this person I’ve never met will think I’m an IDIOT!
I don’t understand people who can call places they’ve never called before without having to psych themselves up for at least an hour first
Guess who’s got Photoshop baaaaaaaaack
But it’s for the Mac which means I have to figure it out all over agaaaaaaaaaiiin
I also have to redownload my massive collection of PR caps and brushes from dropbooooooox
My son started middle school today. I do not feel old enough to have a kid in middle school. I especially do not feel old enough to have a kid who got up and ready on his own at 6:15 in the morning, said “Have a good day, mom!” and then walked himself a mile to the bus stop on his way to middle school. What the hell.
I totally bought these in black so I can look like I’m on my way to doing something active but really I’m just lounging around in my pajamas. They are SO COMFY.
Finding out that the police are forcing out, harassing, and arresting the media that are trying to cover what is happening in Ferguson has me terrified on a whole new level.
Last night I had a dream that there were tigers in my neighbor’s back yard that were stalking me every time I went outside, and I was really upset because my jacket was outside and I couldn’t get it because the tigers would get me, and this is completely relevant to my current state of mind.
A vigil held for Michael Brown, an unarmed black teenager gunned down by Ferguson, Mo., police on Saturday in disputed circumstances, turned into what the media described as a riot on Monday evening.
But while national coverage has focused on the indisputably counterproductive violence and destruction committed by Ferguson residents during a moment of anguish, videos and photos taken from the scene show local police aggravating the situation as well.
Does this look like serving and or protecting to you?