When I came in to work on Sunday, we only had one truck to unload, but there was so much overstock that we had virtually no place to put most of the new freight. When I heard later that night that we were supposed to have two trucks for Monday, a fucking holiday, I was like, "What the fuck?" I knew Monday was going to be a bad night. When I came in, I thought for sure that the room would at least be set up for us to start right away, but it wasn't, so we spent a good deal of time moving shit around. We had a lot of help with the first truck, and I think we finished it in two hours. When we got back from break, we wrapped up some of the loaded pallets and put them in the trailer that we just emptied. There was a whole bunch of overstock in front of the dock door where the second trailer was, and we had to move that shit around too. One dumbass manager kept going back there, asking if we had started yet, and every time I did, I just wanted to laugh at him. At one point he was like, "This truck has to be done by 8:00, and I am NOT staying over!" Seeing as that we were probably going to have to stay past our scheduled end time of 1:00, I had no sympathy for him whatsoever. I seriously doubt that he stayed past 8:00 anyway, because I didn't see him anytime after 8. We went to lunch from 8:30 to 9:30, and finally got the truck unloaded sometime before midnight. Half of the official unloading crew left sometime after 1:00, while me and the other two guys who finished things up left at around 2:15.
This was one of the most moronic nights I've had at work in a while. For one, you'd think they would be easy on us on a holiday, but no, they really pounded us in the ass! Second, whoever keeps ordering shit really needs to pay attention to the overstock! There was absolutely no need for two trucks! The worst part is that I won't be getting Holiday Pay for it! You have to be there three months to get Holiday Pay, and I've only been there for just over two months. This was, without a doubt, the shittiest 4th Of July ever. I'm really glad that I picked The Ramones "Greatest Hits Live" to listen to on my way to and from work. If that doesn't get you energized, then nothing will.
The only good thing I can say about today is that I found out when I got on Facebook that The Pixies will be playing in Louisville on November 9th.
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Saturday, July 2, 2011
Freaking out about the future
Between the death of the acquaintance that I mentioned in my previous post, the fact that I probably won't be going to school until next year (and continuing to work until then), and the thought that we might possibly have a Republican President next year, I've really been freaking out about the future even more than normal.
Since I won't be going to school for a while, I've considered applying somewhere that my Vocational Rehab people can probably help me get a job with. What freaked me out was when my Voc Rehab person asked me if I intended to stay on at this place after I start school. I have no intention to, since I don't think I could juggle school and work, but I know that doesn't look good since companies (supposedly) want people who would be in it for the long haul. I'm also afraid that if I go to work there, then I might make too much money to qualify for a Pell Grant for the 2012/2013 year. Then again, we'll be lucky if the GOP doesn't take that away from us.
I was shocked and saddened on Thursday when I learned about the passing of Doug Norman. I was never really really close to him, but I always enjoyed talking music with him. He was an especially big fan of 1960's Garage/Psychedelic Rock, and even fronted a Garage Rock band called Thee Flying Carpets. When I discovered the Carpets at the end of 2004, they were on hiatus, but had a CD out. I finally met Doug the following Summer at Louisville Mojo's Second Birthday Bash. In 2007, I finally got to see Thee Flying Carpets play live with a revamped lineup. Between 2007 and now, I think I only got to see them two, maybe three times. It would have been four or five had I stuck around long enough at one show, and gotten to another show early. He sent me a message one time on Louisville Mojo, congratulating me for locking a thread in the forums about Louisville's smoking ban. We were both for it. I used to see him pretty frequently at Third Street Dive, whether it was for a show or The Midnight Hour Sound System, an event that went on on most Thursdays where some DJs would play records from or inspired by the 1960s. I saw him there the past couple of times that I went to see The Midnight Hour Sound System, but didn't bother to talk to him. I'm not sure why I didn't talk to him, maybe I just didn't have much to say. Then again, I hardly ever talk to anybody anymore, especially when I'm listening to music inside a bar. Since I was in town this past Thursday, a trip to the Dive was pretty much mandatory. I made it a point of actually trying to talk to people this time. It was totally what I needed.
I don't think I can bring up Third Street Dive here without paying tribute to Steve Gordon, who pretty much started the place up. I didn't really talk to him a whole lot, probably because it was rare when I didn't see him talking to somebody else, and I hate interrupting conversations*. I actually first met him back in 1997, he worked as a temp at my then employer for a day and a half, but we had some good conversations in that time. It took me a few years after I started going to the Dive before I finally did talk to him, and asked him if he remembered working at the place where I first met him. I think the fact that I could remember that time so well might have freaked him out a little bit. Sadly, I didn't really talk to him a whole lot after that, either.
*Seriously, I don't know how to come up and talk to people when they're talking to somebody else. I think it's rude to just come up and bust in, but if I go up and just stand there, not saying anything while waiting for an opening, I come off like a creep. End side note.
My heart goes out to my friends who were really close to these guys, as well as their other friends in these circles who have passed away this year. There have been too many of them, and they've died way too young. It really makes me want to do something better with my life than busting my ass for slave wages while getting yelled at by some psycho bitch. Life is too short for that shit.
Since I won't be going to school for a while, I've considered applying somewhere that my Vocational Rehab people can probably help me get a job with. What freaked me out was when my Voc Rehab person asked me if I intended to stay on at this place after I start school. I have no intention to, since I don't think I could juggle school and work, but I know that doesn't look good since companies (supposedly) want people who would be in it for the long haul. I'm also afraid that if I go to work there, then I might make too much money to qualify for a Pell Grant for the 2012/2013 year. Then again, we'll be lucky if the GOP doesn't take that away from us.
I was shocked and saddened on Thursday when I learned about the passing of Doug Norman. I was never really really close to him, but I always enjoyed talking music with him. He was an especially big fan of 1960's Garage/Psychedelic Rock, and even fronted a Garage Rock band called Thee Flying Carpets. When I discovered the Carpets at the end of 2004, they were on hiatus, but had a CD out. I finally met Doug the following Summer at Louisville Mojo's Second Birthday Bash. In 2007, I finally got to see Thee Flying Carpets play live with a revamped lineup. Between 2007 and now, I think I only got to see them two, maybe three times. It would have been four or five had I stuck around long enough at one show, and gotten to another show early. He sent me a message one time on Louisville Mojo, congratulating me for locking a thread in the forums about Louisville's smoking ban. We were both for it. I used to see him pretty frequently at Third Street Dive, whether it was for a show or The Midnight Hour Sound System, an event that went on on most Thursdays where some DJs would play records from or inspired by the 1960s. I saw him there the past couple of times that I went to see The Midnight Hour Sound System, but didn't bother to talk to him. I'm not sure why I didn't talk to him, maybe I just didn't have much to say. Then again, I hardly ever talk to anybody anymore, especially when I'm listening to music inside a bar. Since I was in town this past Thursday, a trip to the Dive was pretty much mandatory. I made it a point of actually trying to talk to people this time. It was totally what I needed.
I don't think I can bring up Third Street Dive here without paying tribute to Steve Gordon, who pretty much started the place up. I didn't really talk to him a whole lot, probably because it was rare when I didn't see him talking to somebody else, and I hate interrupting conversations*. I actually first met him back in 1997, he worked as a temp at my then employer for a day and a half, but we had some good conversations in that time. It took me a few years after I started going to the Dive before I finally did talk to him, and asked him if he remembered working at the place where I first met him. I think the fact that I could remember that time so well might have freaked him out a little bit. Sadly, I didn't really talk to him a whole lot after that, either.
*Seriously, I don't know how to come up and talk to people when they're talking to somebody else. I think it's rude to just come up and bust in, but if I go up and just stand there, not saying anything while waiting for an opening, I come off like a creep. End side note.
My heart goes out to my friends who were really close to these guys, as well as their other friends in these circles who have passed away this year. There have been too many of them, and they've died way too young. It really makes me want to do something better with my life than busting my ass for slave wages while getting yelled at by some psycho bitch. Life is too short for that shit.
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Fail
(I actually worked on this on Wednesday night, but Blogger had some problems, and I could neither save nor post this when I was finished. Instead, I copied and pasted it onto a text document, and pasted it in here today. What you see here is what all I intended to post on Wednesday night. I had thought about adding more to it, but I'm too upset from having learned about an acquaintance's passing.)
I had Saturday night off, and while it was nice to see "The Dark Knight" on the big screen again (albeit in digital projection rather than 35mm), I can't help but feel like the night was disappointing overall.
Sunday through Tuesday at work were pretty crappy since way too many people were off. We only had one truck on Sunday, but we didn't get out until 1:30. We had two big trucks on Monday. We had a lot of temps help us. The temps who helped with the first truck were at least experienced with unloading, the temps who helped us with the second truck weren't. As if we didn't have enough to deal with, a manager that I've brought up before was yelling at us constantly. I'm sorry, but yelling at me isn't going to make me work even quicker, in fact it's probably going to make me slow down and tell you to fuck off. Despite only having one truck on Tuesday, she yelled at us again. I seriously hope she's not there on whatever day I determine to be my last working there, because I WILL tell her to fuck off then!
After finally getting a hold of somebody from the school that I applied to last week, I got my letter of acceptance today. Unfortunately, it seems that I've missed my Processing Deadline for Financial Aid for the Fall 2011 semester by a week! Oh well, guess I'll try for the Spring 2012 semester.
Today, I went to a little event in Louisville called Waterfront Wednesday, which is a concert series that my favorite local station, 91.9 WFPK, holds on the last Wednesday of every month during the Spring/Summer at Waterfront Park. In the seven years that I've been aware of it, this was my first time going. Excuses for not going in the past usually had to do with work, weather, or not knowing if anybody I knew was going to be there. I was really only interested in seeing the opening band, so I got there early, but some people I know from a local "dating" (formerly social networking) site were supposed to meet up between the first and second bands. I saw a few people I knew, but didn't see some of the others who were supposed to show up. I did see a few other people I knew. From about 7:30 on, it seemed more about trying to find people that I knew rather than just checking out the music, and I ceased to enjoy it, so I left before 9:00.
One of my friends on Facebook mentioned that the job search had fried his brain. A girl who works at Main ex-Employer commented with, "I'm assuming (Main ex-Employer) has been taken off the table of options...not enough $$$ for ya?" I had considered responding with some smart ass comment about the job search frying my brain, no thanks to a company that won't be named, but decided instead to bite my tongue and say, "I know the feeling." Because seriously, job searching does fry your brain!
I had Saturday night off, and while it was nice to see "The Dark Knight" on the big screen again (albeit in digital projection rather than 35mm), I can't help but feel like the night was disappointing overall.
Sunday through Tuesday at work were pretty crappy since way too many people were off. We only had one truck on Sunday, but we didn't get out until 1:30. We had two big trucks on Monday. We had a lot of temps help us. The temps who helped with the first truck were at least experienced with unloading, the temps who helped us with the second truck weren't. As if we didn't have enough to deal with, a manager that I've brought up before was yelling at us constantly. I'm sorry, but yelling at me isn't going to make me work even quicker, in fact it's probably going to make me slow down and tell you to fuck off. Despite only having one truck on Tuesday, she yelled at us again. I seriously hope she's not there on whatever day I determine to be my last working there, because I WILL tell her to fuck off then!
After finally getting a hold of somebody from the school that I applied to last week, I got my letter of acceptance today. Unfortunately, it seems that I've missed my Processing Deadline for Financial Aid for the Fall 2011 semester by a week! Oh well, guess I'll try for the Spring 2012 semester.
Today, I went to a little event in Louisville called Waterfront Wednesday, which is a concert series that my favorite local station, 91.9 WFPK, holds on the last Wednesday of every month during the Spring/Summer at Waterfront Park. In the seven years that I've been aware of it, this was my first time going. Excuses for not going in the past usually had to do with work, weather, or not knowing if anybody I knew was going to be there. I was really only interested in seeing the opening band, so I got there early, but some people I know from a local "dating" (formerly social networking) site were supposed to meet up between the first and second bands. I saw a few people I knew, but didn't see some of the others who were supposed to show up. I did see a few other people I knew. From about 7:30 on, it seemed more about trying to find people that I knew rather than just checking out the music, and I ceased to enjoy it, so I left before 9:00.
One of my friends on Facebook mentioned that the job search had fried his brain. A girl who works at Main ex-Employer commented with, "I'm assuming (Main ex-Employer) has been taken off the table of options...not enough $$$ for ya?" I had considered responding with some smart ass comment about the job search frying my brain, no thanks to a company that won't be named, but decided instead to bite my tongue and say, "I know the feeling." Because seriously, job searching does fry your brain!
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Something's got to give.
I had a lot of thoughts last Friday, ranging from the personal to the national levels, that got me thinking that something's got to give. I know that "you've got to do what you've got to do" to support yourself, or especially your family if you have one, but where do you draw the line? I needed the job, but by working where I work, I almost feel like I'm supporting eroding wages. I hate how most people these days are happy to settle for slave wages, as if it has always been and always will be the norm. Some of these people are the same people who believe the bullshit being spewed from Talk Radio and Fox News, are angry at the wrong people, and elect the very people who are fucking them in the ass who are backed by the people who they should really be angry with. It's like, "Who cares if the people who are employing me are screwing me? American Idol is on!" Some people, like in Wisconsin, have woken up, but I wonder what it will take to wake the rest of the people up? If I were a much more charismatic person, I'd probably run for office and whip everyone up into a Populist frenzy. I'd possibly even run as a Republican, making Republican campaign promises, and then vote way Left when I actually get to office.
Due to my Auditory Processing Disorder, there are times when I really feel like screaming because I can't find the words that properly describe my thoughts or feelings, especially when the person I'm talking to seems to be having a different conversation from the one I thought I was having. I had a really frustrating conversation with my mom about the fact that I have this Saturday off because I wanted to go to my favorite theater's midnight showing of The Dark Knight. It started when my mom mentioned that she didn't know I was off today, and I told her that I had today and Thursday off, along with Saturday. Then she said, "Well, working is more important than a movie." As usual, wires got crossed, and we somehow got to talking about two different things. My taking Saturday off is really is about a lot more than just "going to a movie," the best way I can describe it is that it's about having some kind of work/life balance, a kind of "mental health day", though what I'm really thinking is much grander in scale. I don't know what she's thinking, but it's not like I'm calling in sick that day. I put in the time off request last month, the day has been approved, and there's not much I can do about it. If I try going in to work that day, the time clock won't let me clock in because it will just tell me that I'm not scheduled to come in that day. When I made the time off request, I figured that they would let me have that day off and have me work on one of my usual off days, rather than giving it to me along with my regular two days off, making a total of three days off. She also said, "You're gonna have to get used to workin', we won't be here forever." What am I really working for, anyway? I don't have a family to support, and with the way my social life and work schedule is going, it looks like I won't have to worry about it anytime soon. I figure that if I keep going on my current path, I'm probably going to end up living in a shack in the woods, and dying a lonely old hermit. The only thing I'm currently working for is my car, the same one that I've mentioned before that I almost sold two years ago, only to be talked out of it by my parents. I surely don't own that car, the car owns ME! I kind of need a car since I live too far from anywhere NOT to drive. I'll be glad when that s.o.b. is paid off next March.
The video is "Where Do Ya Draw The Line?" by Dead Kennedys.
Due to my Auditory Processing Disorder, there are times when I really feel like screaming because I can't find the words that properly describe my thoughts or feelings, especially when the person I'm talking to seems to be having a different conversation from the one I thought I was having. I had a really frustrating conversation with my mom about the fact that I have this Saturday off because I wanted to go to my favorite theater's midnight showing of The Dark Knight. It started when my mom mentioned that she didn't know I was off today, and I told her that I had today and Thursday off, along with Saturday. Then she said, "Well, working is more important than a movie." As usual, wires got crossed, and we somehow got to talking about two different things. My taking Saturday off is really is about a lot more than just "going to a movie," the best way I can describe it is that it's about having some kind of work/life balance, a kind of "mental health day", though what I'm really thinking is much grander in scale. I don't know what she's thinking, but it's not like I'm calling in sick that day. I put in the time off request last month, the day has been approved, and there's not much I can do about it. If I try going in to work that day, the time clock won't let me clock in because it will just tell me that I'm not scheduled to come in that day. When I made the time off request, I figured that they would let me have that day off and have me work on one of my usual off days, rather than giving it to me along with my regular two days off, making a total of three days off. She also said, "You're gonna have to get used to workin', we won't be here forever." What am I really working for, anyway? I don't have a family to support, and with the way my social life and work schedule is going, it looks like I won't have to worry about it anytime soon. I figure that if I keep going on my current path, I'm probably going to end up living in a shack in the woods, and dying a lonely old hermit. The only thing I'm currently working for is my car, the same one that I've mentioned before that I almost sold two years ago, only to be talked out of it by my parents. I surely don't own that car, the car owns ME! I kind of need a car since I live too far from anywhere NOT to drive. I'll be glad when that s.o.b. is paid off next March.
The video is "Where Do Ya Draw The Line?" by Dead Kennedys.
Monday, June 20, 2011
A surprise Sunday off
Saturday night was one of those horrible Two Truck nights, and to make matters worse, we were slightly understaffed. But anyway, I decided to check my schedule during lunch, and was relieved to find that I had next Saturday off. (Just a reminder, I had put in some Time Off Requests for all the Midnight Movie Saturdays in June and July, as well as Sunday the 19th for a private screening of a friend's movie.) When I finally clocked out for the night at around 1:45-ish, I felt compelled to check the schedule again, and realized that I actually did have Sunday off after all, so I was going to get to go to the screening.
My original plan for Sunday was to not leave until about an hour or so before the movie was scheduled to start, and I'd try to get a lot done at home. You know, stuff like blogging. I knew that wasn't going to happen when my mom asked me if I could go to town to get some food, plus someone on Facebook had mentioned that a Rockabilly band was playing at Willow Park, so I figured that would be something to do before the movie, and why not, seeing as this would probably be my only Sunday off until who-knows-when. With the exception of showering and shaving, I got absolutely nothing accomplished.
When I got home from getting the food, I saw some silly puppy dogs run up the driveway. They followed me to the front door, but I managed to get in without letting them in. My dad, who had been in his garage, accidentally let them in when he came in. Getting them out was a pain, and I think the cats were traumatized, but I found it totally hilarious.
The Sunday Summer concerts at Willow Park are usually a good time. They usually draw a good crowd, but it disappoints me that I don't see more people that I know at these things. After all, if you have a "normal" work schedule, it's a good way to spend the day before you go back to work on Monday. It's still kind of fun to see people dancing, or kids playing around. The vast majority of attendees are older folks and young families. Seeing the young families, I couldn't help but think that my parents never did anything fun with live music like that when I was growing up. Seeing the older folks, I thought that I hope I can find somebody to grow old with, and who'll go out to fun stuff like that with me when we get old.
I got to the theater really early, and saw somebody I knew from the Depression/Bipolar support group, he was going in to see 13 Assassins. If I remember correctly, he had asked me what I knew about it, and I mentioned that a friend of mine seemed to like it, and somewhere along the way it was mentioned that it was foreign, and when him and his friend realized that they might actually have to read subtitles, he was like, "I can't read subtitles", and then I guess they went to see if they could get their money back or see something else. They did come back in and ask me what I knew about the other movies showing, to which I knew little since I had no interest in the other movies that were showing. But them saying that they couldn't read subtitles pissed me off to no end. I never got to figure out if he meant he literally couldn't read subtitles, since he may have some mental issue with reading or something that I don't know about, or that he just didn't want to read them. As a hardcore movie geek, I really have a problem with people who don't like subtitles, or have some other idiosyncrasy like not liking Black & White movies.
All in all, it was an interesting day. What I did find disappointing though was that today was the first time I had seen a lot of people in a long time, yet I didn't get to talk to them near as much as I would've liked.
My original plan for Sunday was to not leave until about an hour or so before the movie was scheduled to start, and I'd try to get a lot done at home. You know, stuff like blogging. I knew that wasn't going to happen when my mom asked me if I could go to town to get some food, plus someone on Facebook had mentioned that a Rockabilly band was playing at Willow Park, so I figured that would be something to do before the movie, and why not, seeing as this would probably be my only Sunday off until who-knows-when. With the exception of showering and shaving, I got absolutely nothing accomplished.
When I got home from getting the food, I saw some silly puppy dogs run up the driveway. They followed me to the front door, but I managed to get in without letting them in. My dad, who had been in his garage, accidentally let them in when he came in. Getting them out was a pain, and I think the cats were traumatized, but I found it totally hilarious.
The Sunday Summer concerts at Willow Park are usually a good time. They usually draw a good crowd, but it disappoints me that I don't see more people that I know at these things. After all, if you have a "normal" work schedule, it's a good way to spend the day before you go back to work on Monday. It's still kind of fun to see people dancing, or kids playing around. The vast majority of attendees are older folks and young families. Seeing the young families, I couldn't help but think that my parents never did anything fun with live music like that when I was growing up. Seeing the older folks, I thought that I hope I can find somebody to grow old with, and who'll go out to fun stuff like that with me when we get old.
I got to the theater really early, and saw somebody I knew from the Depression/Bipolar support group, he was going in to see 13 Assassins. If I remember correctly, he had asked me what I knew about it, and I mentioned that a friend of mine seemed to like it, and somewhere along the way it was mentioned that it was foreign, and when him and his friend realized that they might actually have to read subtitles, he was like, "I can't read subtitles", and then I guess they went to see if they could get their money back or see something else. They did come back in and ask me what I knew about the other movies showing, to which I knew little since I had no interest in the other movies that were showing. But them saying that they couldn't read subtitles pissed me off to no end. I never got to figure out if he meant he literally couldn't read subtitles, since he may have some mental issue with reading or something that I don't know about, or that he just didn't want to read them. As a hardcore movie geek, I really have a problem with people who don't like subtitles, or have some other idiosyncrasy like not liking Black & White movies.
All in all, it was an interesting day. What I did find disappointing though was that today was the first time I had seen a lot of people in a long time, yet I didn't get to talk to them near as much as I would've liked.
Friday, June 17, 2011
6-16
Tuesday was my last visit to my psychiatrist. Her office is in Louisville, not too far from where I used to live. After my visit, I went to the area where I used to live to get some gas, food, and some coffee before I went to work. I was kind of surprised to find that the trip from there to my Mega Lo Mart was probably no longer than 20 minutes, a few minutes less than it takes me to get there from my home in BFE.
I was hoping to write more during the past couple of days, but it's pretty late and I don't feel like it. Hopefully I'll have something up soon.
I was hoping to write more during the past couple of days, but it's pretty late and I don't feel like it. Hopefully I'll have something up soon.
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Some thoughts: June 8th edition
This was the first "good" week I've had since I started working at Mega Lo Mart. It makes me think that I actually wouldn't mind working there if they paid me at least $2 more per hour. Like any other job, there are little things that happen during the work day that annoy the piss out of me, but the work hasn't been so overwhelming that it makes me totally hate everything at the end of the night.
One of my favorite things about my days off is not having to wear my athletic shoes. Last November, I finally found a pair that fit me right, but they're not really breathable enough to wear during the Summer. I'd get me something similar with more mesh, but I can't exactly afford new shoes on my slave wages. If I must go out on my days off, I wear my Crocs Santa Cruz shoes. The best purchases I made from Main ex-Employer were three different pairs of them.
I called my psychiatrist's office today to try to reschedule my appointment for next Tuesday to something like the 23rd, a day where I'd likely be off and which happens to be a Pay Day. I was informed that she'll be closing the practice soon, and I wouldn't be able to reschedule since they're all booked up for the next five weeks, trying to get everybody's last visits with her in. I decided to keep my appointment. I'm less worried about myself than for my mom, who also sees her, since this means she'll have to look for a new psychiatrist. My mom seemed to like her, so I guess that I lucked out in that my first shrink was a good one.
Speaking of which, it's been a week since I took my last Lexapro, and I'm not feeling any overwhelming side effects.
Being an Anthony Weiner fan, I was pretty disappointed when I came home Monday night to find out that he had lied about the pics, and admitted that they were of him. Despite this setback, I think he should finish out his term. After all, if we have to put up with Tea Party Koch-suckers for another year and a half, then he might as well stick around. I figure this is just another distraction from REAL issues anyway, like Clarence Thomas not recusing himself from cases like Citizens United where he had a conflict of interest. It's amazing to think now that that son of a bitch got confirmed to the Supreme Court in the first place.
One of my favorite things about my days off is not having to wear my athletic shoes. Last November, I finally found a pair that fit me right, but they're not really breathable enough to wear during the Summer. I'd get me something similar with more mesh, but I can't exactly afford new shoes on my slave wages. If I must go out on my days off, I wear my Crocs Santa Cruz shoes. The best purchases I made from Main ex-Employer were three different pairs of them.
I called my psychiatrist's office today to try to reschedule my appointment for next Tuesday to something like the 23rd, a day where I'd likely be off and which happens to be a Pay Day. I was informed that she'll be closing the practice soon, and I wouldn't be able to reschedule since they're all booked up for the next five weeks, trying to get everybody's last visits with her in. I decided to keep my appointment. I'm less worried about myself than for my mom, who also sees her, since this means she'll have to look for a new psychiatrist. My mom seemed to like her, so I guess that I lucked out in that my first shrink was a good one.
Speaking of which, it's been a week since I took my last Lexapro, and I'm not feeling any overwhelming side effects.
Being an Anthony Weiner fan, I was pretty disappointed when I came home Monday night to find out that he had lied about the pics, and admitted that they were of him. Despite this setback, I think he should finish out his term. After all, if we have to put up with Tea Party Koch-suckers for another year and a half, then he might as well stick around. I figure this is just another distraction from REAL issues anyway, like Clarence Thomas not recusing himself from cases like Citizens United where he had a conflict of interest. It's amazing to think now that that son of a bitch got confirmed to the Supreme Court in the first place.
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