I have enough time at work to peruse all of the gossip blogs I want and as often as I want. I am also really glad I am not Lindsay Lohan. Seriously, what the f is she doing going to that old guy's birthday party and letting the photos of her "posing" in nude-colored bikinis get out on the internet!
Also:
- that my sister is such a good writer
- that I have such a great girlfriend that I am so in love with and get to go home everyday to
- that maybe there is something being created in my sister's uterus, but probably not since we aren't allowed to be optimistic
- that I get to go to Target after work
- that J posted the funny link on her blog that has been making me laugh all morning...overplot...hahaha
My therapy appointment was less than encouraging as she suggested that your first job be everything you want it to be. What does she know? She probably went straight to med school! I wanted her to tell me it is just a job and I should focus on the other thigns in my life that are great. Like the things above. I really should be focusing on those things, not questioning whether I have the motivation to stay at my crappy job. I signed a contract. I kinda have to stay. It's not that bad. I get to be in my nice cube on the computer all day and do what I want when I want. I usually do my work just great and everyone here loves me. How can I be more optimistic about life when I feel like I have to prove to my own therapist that it isn't that bad? That I am just having trouble adjusting. I love my life outside of work for the most part. Shouldn't that be enough. Apparently not. Since I still feel like crying sometimes for no reason when it isn't even pms.
I guess I need a new therapist and a new dentist.
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I am not glad, however, that I can't figure out how to make the bulleted list that appears in the preview appear in my real blog. hmph.
It pisses me off when it has the plural "comments" when there is only one. Bah.
Is Dad paying for therapy? Seriously - maybe you should try Orla. She already knows everything about our father. It'd be like only having to half start over.
I cried for the entire first week of my first job and it really WAS supposed to be everything I wanted. It turned out to be a fine first job. But it was SO hard at first. Even starting the second job, which is in many ways better than the first, I felt like crying a lot because it was lonely and weird.
In my opinion, "IT IS JUST MY JOB" is one of the most important lessons of life. I got all wrapped up in work and had a nervous breakdown. Make as much money as you can possibly make and give yourself plenty of room to pursue your dreams outside of it. And stay for a year and keep an eye out for other, better, more fun things. It will be OK.
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