Therapy Thursday

Thursdays have become the day where I work for several hours, then leave to go to therapy.  I’m not ashamed to admit that I go to therapy.  I’ve been going to therapy since this year started and it’s been very helpful for me on a personal level.  Talking to somebody who is not biased and has to listen is a liberating feeling.  I talk to my siblings every once in a while and it is good.  It’s always good to talk to one’s siblings, if you have any.  I have five, but sometimes, you need to talk to somebody who doesn’t know you as well as they do.  Who doesn’t know all your secrets.  I can tell her my secrets and tell her my reasoning behind every secret, and everything else I’ve done and thought.

She’s such a nice woman and she’s been so kind to me.  During our short time together, she has pointed out changes in me that I knew had not been there before.  She has seen me grow in such a short span of time; since January.  She has seen me through many ups and downs and she has been a rock I can lean on.

I am so grateful for my therapist.  I can thank my brother for introducing her to me.  My mental state has improved greatly since I started and I would only leave her because my health insurance ended.  I will be sad when I do leave her.  She has become a friend to me and I would not have improved if I hadn’t had a person telling me to improve without yelling at me or being ultra critical.  What a relief!

And on that note, it’s been real!

(Not) The Last Day

Okay, so I know I mentioned last week that there had been something going on in my day job that seriously messed with me.  Well, now seems an appropriate time to spout because today is.  Now, today is only August 2nd, which, unless it’s your birthday (happy birthday, BTW), it’s not special.  But, it would have been special to me.  It would have been special because it would have been my last day at work.  I was having an elective procedure this upcoming Friday, so I needed the time off to heal up before I go back to school for Dental Assistant, EFDA.  I originally had three weeks after the surgery, and now, I only have one week.

Why?

Because the other woman is away, and my leave got cancelled.  However, I already had my plans set before her, I just didn’t have clearance from my HR department to go on leave.  She got the okay to go, and went.  Something about a sick mother, and I had to stay behind and cover for her.  However, the idiot then posts pictures of her and her family at a resort in Bali for a week.  Then other fun pictures pop up, and I cry foul.  However, my HR department aren’t going to do anything until she gets back.

So, today would have been my last day.  Now, it’s just another work day.  How depressing is that?

And on that note, it’s been real!

The Game of People

Alright, if the title is anything to go by, yes, I watch Game of Thrones.  Me… and the rest of the world.  Certain aspects of the characters intrigue me, and I’ve noticed that I behave similarly, depending on the situation at hand.  Now, one thing you, the reader, must remember is my golden rule: I cannot stand stupid people.  I hate dealing with stupid people at my doctor’s office and at the restaurant.  These are the type of people who put square pegs into round holes, and get mad at me when they don’t fit.  It’s equal parts funny and infuriating.

At the dentist, people miss appointments pretty much every day.  Hey!  Shit happens!  I understand.  What I don’t understand is when they don’t call and tell me that they aren’t coming, and then they get mad when I charge them according to our office policy.

“But I didn’t get a reminder call from you!”

“Ma’am/sir, I called you myself, twice.”

-cue the crickets-

“But I didn’t get a reminder call!”

Square peg… round hole.  I’m laughing on the inside.

At the restaurant, it is slightly different.  I once had a couple walk in and the young lady said, “Table for two, but we’ll be having two more.”

“So you’re a table of four.”

A pause so long, you could have walked the length of London Bridge.

“Yeah.”

Okay, step back, child, before you hurt yourself.

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Pretty much that picture in a nutshell.  If you’ve watched Game of Thrones, which character does that remind you of more…?

And on that note, it’s been real!

 

 

 

Shocking Sunday/Manic Monday

What’s up?!  Monday came and went!  I know I was supposed to have something at noon today, but yesterday was a bad day, and definitely NOT how I wanted my Sunday to go.  First, I got a whole bunch of texts from my mom about what to pull out of our freezer for dinner.  “This meat, that meat, and the other meat.”  Our freezer is literally stocked with so much meat, one would think that we were feeding the Wildling army.  Anywhoo!

After the texts from my mom, I drank two cups of coffee too late in the morning (I slept in), and was vibrating all afternoon.  That, coupled with my brother was making me wait when he said he needed me and I had an errand to run, made my heart rate/blood pressure go through the roof.  Once I was finally done assisting him with manually backing our dad’s stick Mazda3 under the deck, I had to drive to the liquor store.  Hey!  I earned it!

Almost home, my ‘check tire pressure’ light went on and the terrifying beeping began.  My heart started racing and I had to take the care to pump up the tires.  Tires are pumped, but the light is still on.  AHHHH!!!

After that, I got home and had to start making dinner, but certain ingredients were going bad, and it made me worry about how dinner would be received by those eating it.  Trust me when I say that pouring myself a glass of wine was one of the best decisions I made yesterday.

Today, I was just depressed thinking about work, and how my personal leave had been cancelled because the other girl is out of the office.  It was just one of those days.  The only redeeming quality about it, was the fact that time actually did seem to fly.  Now, I am home, drinking some sangria, about to continue Kong: Skull Island with my baby sister.  Yeah…

I guess things could be worse right now.

And on that note, it’s been real!

T.G.I.F – This Girl Is F–ked

Fridays are the one of the best days of the week!  It’s the beginning of the weekend and everyone has plans, and all those plans begin (and usually end) with going to a bar.  I wish I could have that luxury in the sense that I can go to a bar, sit down, order a drink, and kick back after a day at the dentist.

Um… no.

I do go to a bar, in a restaurant, after I’m done working at the dentist.  However, I’m the lovely lady who stands in the front and seats the customers as they arrive.  Ta da!  I’m the hostess of my restaurant!  The only hostess at my restaurant.  It was a recently created position, as we did not have somebody at the door all the time to greet people and seat them.  Makes me wonder what they were doing before I came along.  My one manager remembered that I was a hostess for four years at another restaurant, and asked me to start being the hostess there, and to create a system.  The system has been made and implemented well the last several months I’ve been at the front.

Occasionally, I leave (sickness, vacation, etc.), and somebody else has to do my job.  I once heard the manager did my job, and got so confused, he said, “I wonder how she does it.”  With respect.  He normally pokes fun at me, so I was rather pleased when I found out.  I knew he would never say it to my face.

Tonight, I will sit behind my little table with my seating chart, reservation/wait list, and my menus.  I will smile at people who will ask to bounce from one table to another; I will see almost everyone do something stupid, and I will laugh at it.  All in all, it’s not so bad.  Just tiring and some times emotionally exhausting.  And when it’s all said and done, I get my drink at the bar after a VERY long day at work.

And on that note, it’s been real!

The Mail Must Go Through!

So, yesterday I get home from work after going out for a few refreshing drinks and a chat with the receptionist that I am training, and I found a letter for me from a possible source of information for my current historical project.  I had written to him a couple of weeks ago, and actually thought that he would not respond (being a busy man and all).  The letter was from him personally, and even though he did not grant me (directly) the information I sought, he did give me two leads to follow.

Since I decided to take on this novel, I have already met many brick walls that have been thrown up in my path.  Not deliberately, but inadvertently.  For the sake of truth and historical accuracy, I still find myself seeking the same answers.  I’m starting to hope against hope that I get the answers I am looking for.  It is doubtless that they will (all) show up in my novel, but I would like to put something at the end with all their names.  Just the names of 147 men, who died defending their faith and the city they were charged with protecting.  Sounds easy, right?

NOT!

And on that note, it’s been real!

In Media – In The Middle Of

Okay, it’s Wednesday!  Nothing to see here.  I get so tired of people saying, “Oh!  It’s Hump Day!”  As far as I’m concerned, every day could be Hump Day.  Depends on when your weekend starts.  😉  Thankfully, the one thing I like about Wednesday is that I feel like I get home from work and write until I suddenly realize it’s bed time.  Some times, I even miss my dinner.

The project I’m currently working on is very demanding in that I have to do research on the historical era, re-familiarize myself with the fashion, and other literary shenigans.  Taking up more time than my previous novels (in the research department, that is), but I’m enjoying every second of it.  My head space is so crowded with ideas, and concepts, and theories, that some days I think it might explode.  From pure genius!  Okay, that’s taking it a step too far.

All in all, I’m always very excited about my novel.  I’m not at the pivotal section of the book that has the historical event that it surrounds, but it is always so fascinating to craft the characters and build everything up to that crucial conjuncture.  I know it will be like a beautiful collection of notes, leading up to a crescendo of equally marvelous paragraphs, and sentences, and ultimately (I hope), book.

Oh, FYI, that picture does not represent me at all.  In fact, it more accurately depicts what my family has to do to get me away from my computer.

And on that note, it’s been real!