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raybearIt's officially the start of help desk hours right this moment, and I'm on-duty. ugh. so this post could go uninterrupted and completed in a timely matter or it could go on indefinitely. Or at least for an hour or so. Let's hope for the former.
So let's re-cap what happens to Ray every other week. literally. Previously this happened on tuesdays, now it happens on wednesdays.
11 am: don't forget therapy tonight.
2:30 pm: I can't wait to go home and...damn, i have to go to therapy first. ugh.
3:30 pm. I don't want to go to therapy.
4:30 pm. Is it too late to call her and say I'm sick?
5:00 pm. I guess I should leave work and go.
5:45 pm. [after arriving early and loitering outside, possibly smoking a cigarette] I don't want to go inside!!!
7:05 pm. I love my therapist. I can't believe how much better I feel. And I can't believe I never put together ______ before -- that's so helpful.
Rinse. Lather. Repeat every two weeks.
But the reason I hate going it because it's HARD. I work really hard in therapy, and it's not necessarily fun, even though it is productive. So anyway, as she pointed out last night, at least I have the discipline to make myself keep going, which says a lot.
So feeling a bit better than yesterday. Not perfect, or great, or good, but on the up-and-up, shall we say.
I'm happy to have more quiet home time tonight. And probably tomorrow night. I'm going to resist the urge to do something social solely because it's Friday and there's some weird obligation to do something. Besides, Saturday will be really busy for me since I'm volunteering at the ACLU benefit in the afternoon, then going to De___'s party that evening.
Alright -- no calls yet. But I should go type up a couple reports, and check out the incoming log.
So let's re-cap what happens to Ray every other week. literally. Previously this happened on tuesdays, now it happens on wednesdays.
11 am: don't forget therapy tonight.
2:30 pm: I can't wait to go home and...damn, i have to go to therapy first. ugh.
3:30 pm. I don't want to go to therapy.
4:30 pm. Is it too late to call her and say I'm sick?
5:00 pm. I guess I should leave work and go.
5:45 pm. [after arriving early and loitering outside, possibly smoking a cigarette] I don't want to go inside!!!
7:05 pm. I love my therapist. I can't believe how much better I feel. And I can't believe I never put together ______ before -- that's so helpful.
Rinse. Lather. Repeat every two weeks.
But the reason I hate going it because it's HARD. I work really hard in therapy, and it's not necessarily fun, even though it is productive. So anyway, as she pointed out last night, at least I have the discipline to make myself keep going, which says a lot.
So feeling a bit better than yesterday. Not perfect, or great, or good, but on the up-and-up, shall we say.
I'm happy to have more quiet home time tonight. And probably tomorrow night. I'm going to resist the urge to do something social solely because it's Friday and there's some weird obligation to do something. Besides, Saturday will be really busy for me since I'm volunteering at the ACLU benefit in the afternoon, then going to De___'s party that evening.
Alright -- no calls yet. But I should go type up a couple reports, and check out the incoming log.
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Date: 2001-10-04 12:54 pm (UTC)Uh-oh -- I sound like I've been reading Nietzche!
In reality, it's probably both. Stuff you work for tastes sweeter, but sometimes it's nice to enjoy the stuff that required no work. Probably why I have lottery fantasies. ;)
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Date: 2001-10-04 01:02 pm (UTC)I think a steady diet of working for things would be dull, but having good things constantly drop into my lap would make me lazy. Not that I wouldn't mind a little laziness now and then, mind you. I have Superball Envy myself. (Er, let's not comment on that.)