So a few people know I am on anxiety medication at work.
And apparently I have "Yes, I will share my prescription medicine despite that being illegal" tattooed on my forehead.
A friend of mine IM'd me today at work asking if I had brought my xanax with me today. Um, DUH, My xanax is like American Express...I don't leave home without it. Without it I cannot control the tumble of obnoxiousness that may occur should you a) piss me off b) make me tense or c) breathe wrong and/or blink loudly. She proceeds to tell me that she's jumping out of her skin and asks for a pill. *sigh* I am too sympathetic, sometimes. I give her 1/2 a pill and she's amazed it works. Yet when I suggested it may be something she should look into, she poo-poo'd it and said if she ever had that feeling again, she'd come see me.
UM, HELLO? This same friend knows my husband was in rehab for Rx drug use in addition to coke, and she wants me to be her dealer, minus the money exchange? I don't think so. I shouldn't have shared, but I hate thinking of others going through what I go through.
A package I sent on [insert major online auction house here] got lost, and the buyer is (natch) being obnoxious. I filed an insurance report tonight. We'll see how that goes. But why do people feel that being rude and confrontational is the way to sort out an issue? Who RAISED these people with these feelings of entitlement and lack of manners? Were they thrown out in the backyard with a rowdy pack of other babies, with buckets of food thrown out randomly so they had to crawl and scrabble for bits of zwieback cookie while being told how special and wonderful they were?
List of things making me anxious today (gets out Rx pad):
1) Having the usps potentially deny my claim due to it's contents which I should have declared as hazardous, and having to refund much-needed money to an impatient asshat. It's been 19 days, dude. Sheesh.
2) Management. I've been monitored a lot lately. Like peek around the corner of my wall-IM-Email kind of monitoring. Not sure what that's about, but then I sure didn't make it a secret I was less than thrilled with being turned down for that promotion.
3) Smoking. I don't want to die. I don't know how to quit anymore though. Last time was easy, I was so sick that it hurt to smoke. This time it's going to be worse. Probably the worst yet.
4) Blogging. It's hard getting this out. It may not seem like much to you, my readers, but it's hard to spill out your guts.
I'm going to print out a sign a la Lucy from Peanuts and paste it on my wall...
"The Doctor is OUT".
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