Saw a psychiatrist today. Nice to have to go over all that shit again with a different person, but I asked for, and received, a new prescription for Effexor to take alongside the Wellbutrin. Maybe that'll fix my ass up. So it was a trying morning. Oh, and had to wait a couple of hours at the pharmacy for the prescription to be filled. You know the government. But that's okay, I'm glad they're there at all. I took a nice nap in my chair.
Those cats already killed the new dangly toy I got for them, the one that suspends off a door frame. Dang.
Took a deep nap when I got home from the medical center. Condoleezza Rice is on the front page of the NY Times. She really needs to re-think her hair. There's also some stink about what some Harvard dude said about women. Whatever. One person who took umbrage at these remarks said something like, "I like to work 80 hours a week and I know other women who work that hard." Well, you know what? I DON'T like to work 80 hours a week. I don't even like to work 40. And I'm not even married with a family. It's one of my fucking beefs with society today, that we have to kill ourselves in the corporate (or academic, or what-have-you) community. It's one of my priorities, to avoid the fate of 60-plus hour workweeks. It is just NOT what I'm about; it's not what life's about. And what do you get in the end? Laid off, most likely. Fuck that shit.
Couldn't let this day go by without a rant.
posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 6:58 PM
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