I'm back from sitting on the pets and the house. I like them, but sometimes dogs are just dumb. They remind me of children, all needy. Not that it is bad, just an observation. Whatever happened to the pet rock? I think it's time it made a comeback!
So I finally get home and learn that my satanic cat has bitten my grandmother. She's ok, but really, really pissed. I offered to help her kick his ass.
Today I was rewarded with TWO collection notices from a hospital. TWO. Bastards. It's a good thing that I had the foresight to get our agreement in writing. I have worked too hard to keep my credit in a desirable place and I am not about to have some dimwit fuck it up for me. Especially since I have made all payments early...morons.
I've learned that our new department director will be starting mid to late March. I also learned that he may be the type of person to come in and make examples of people and change situations he's unfamiliar with just because he can. Just to prove he is in charge. Someone there apparently knows his past work history. And as insulting as this sounds, I am not in the mood to deal with someone who has Short Man Syndrome. If you have dealt with this in the past, you know what I am talking about. If you are offended, you may have the syndrome yourself. I am truly not trying to offend, just stating that I don't feel like accommodating this possible scenario. Besides, I prefer to form my own opinions, not base mine on someone else's.
I'm not sure if my med change is going well or not. I am definitely in a hypomanic phase and it is getting more pronounced. That may not have anything to do with the med change, or it might. I dislike feeling like a tightly coiled spring. I do not do well making decisions and I lose the last remnants of patience that I may have had. I get tunnel vision with things and can see nothing but that. I suppose it is obsessing, really. And I get to be a nasty, hateful little bitch. Word to the wise... don't be bi-polar, it sucks. Toughest part is that I try so hard to keep it from showing on the outside and that takes quite a toll. Often I fail, so what are you gonna do?
On the brighter side, my new weight loss total is #49. That may change after I finish eating this bowl of ice cream. Oh well, it has dairy - that's nutritional, right? I have to figure out a goal for how much I want to lose by my birthday, that should help me stay on track. I've been slacking lately out of laziness and generally not caring, but it is important to me, so I have to get back on the wagon!
Easter is coming up. I love bunnies. I miss mine as I had to have her put to sleep this past fall. She was 10 1/2, which is ancient for a bunny. Someday I would like another but not right now. This will be hard though with all the bunny reminders, but if it makes me think of her, that's a good thing.
I have to finish my testing to get recertified for licensure. The tests are hard, often not relevant, and take forever to complete. Three more should do it, then I can send it all in. Then I'll be done testing for another two years... sigh.
I'm done kvetching momentarily. I'd write a 'real' post, but I can't stay focused long enough. Either that or it would be 5 miles long! Looking forward to updating myself on some posts I missed while I was out sitting on pets. I'm hoping you will entertain me!
3 comments:
Carrison is right you know, it's like your pet rock burns the calories FOR you. Sweet deal if I say so myself. And yes, congratulations on the weight loss! I'm trying to have some self-control over what I eat but I'm failing miserably at is so far. And I know precisely what you're talking about with the Short Man Syndrome, they are very difficult to deal with...
Welcome back! I prefer the term "Napoleon Complex". Why is it that so many short men end up in management? I think the question answers itself, but I thought I'd put it out there anyways. I've always felt that women make better managers.
well, i read in some sappy reader's digest article that dogs are like little kids that hang on to your every word and cats are like spiteful teenagers. Go Figure. I'd tell you where the piece went from there but it was so cute i might barf violently. But it had something to do with how cats with enough space and love will turn back into puppy dogs. I don't think the feline community will appreciate reader's digest for putting them so far down on the likability food chain. Although i gather your Grandmother will probably applaud it.
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