Happy Pills Are Here Again!

The happy pills are starting to help by clearing out some of the thick fog, so I can refocus on my needs/wants/goals.

For the next few weeks, I'll be taking up a new hobby, polishing my french. Weeeee, or shall I say Oui!

I may consider doing my nails tonight, because yes, it's a little sign that I've lost some of that urge to take care of myself. This depression thing makes everything seem overwhelming, but I've got my little friends now, so am feeling a bit more hopeful and not dwelling as much in my work situation. I still feel it sucks big time, but I'm getting the feeling it's not the end of the world just yet.

Making This the Year of Improvement

One of my friends and I have been creating themes for each year that arrives. For 2009, I decided to improve my self. I needed some time to heal from the divorce, and I think I'm doing pretty well so far.

I had planned on concentrating on my health as the next step, but recent changes in my workplace have opened my eyes a little bit, showing me a need to regroup, and rethink how I see my career, how I need it to be, instead of accepting what it currently is, and being frustrated because I can't do anything about it. Like a popular buzzword of late, I'm looking for "change", and it ain't in ma pocket.

Week From Hell

Let's see...this week, I've been asked to move (for the 9th or 10th time, I have lost count) from an area conducive to creativity and a friendly, upbeat atmosphere to one right next to the "principal's office" (aka HR). Really, I need to be watched that closely???

All the reasons for my move do not make sense to me, and it feels as if I am being punished for something I don't even know I did. It's not a no-man's land, there are plenty of talkative (well, on the phone anyway) sales reps, mostly, but I've been removed from my comfort zone. And as much as I pleaded not to be removed, it seems some "dark-force" wants me to suffer.

I've been a good worker for 9 years, never made a stir, whatever changes/challenges they handed me, I took them and made them work, and all of a sudden, I am being told I was going to be written up for insubordination, and I'm beside myself with incredulity and shock. Me??!! Seriously??

It feels like jail, but without the sexual advances, ehehehe --- you know, they try to break your spirit? That's the feeling I have. Although I cannot divulge what went on with today's meeting with HR, I can just say, I have a strong feeling "someone" wants me out - badly.

Hot Ladies and Bingo

My friend and I went to bingo at a local church. Our first time! (at bingo). As soon as we're walking in, we get the glances. Everyone is staring at us. Uncomfortable, anyone?

We were the hottest chicks in the place. I'm sure we were the envy in everyone's eyes, when we pranced in, with all our non-walkers, no canes, fancy hearing equipment.

Yes, we were feeling good. Until we started playing, couldn't figure out the special bingos, and didn't have much luck with winning. We did have 3 hours of fun, with our brand new stampers in hot pink, cheap food, and good ol' fun times.

And yes, we're totally doing it again.

Deep Thought

It's hard to think like a man when you have a uterus.

Elastics Gymnastics

Any series of physical exercises designed to squeeze one’s arse into a pair of pantyhose, snug jeans, and such.

"I almost collapsed from exhaustion and dehydration after a grueling session of elastics gymnastics with a pair of tights."

http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Elastics%20Gymnastics

Crackpot

A slow cooking device that seemingly makes your life easier by allowing you to input raw food and attend to other tasks, while it prepares the meal for you. Due to its ease of operation and effectiveness, this appliance will gradually turn you into a heavy "user".

"Did you hear what happened to Bob in accounting?"
"No, what?"
"We found him this morning, under his desk, shaking uncontrollably and muttering something about needing a stew fix. Apparently, his crackpot blew up on him over the weekend, and he’s experiencing some serious withdrawal".

http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Crackpot

Making Peace With It

This just has to be one of the hardest things I've done lately, but I'm forgetting about work, make peace with it for the time being, and move on.

I'm refocusing on occupying myself with all the silliness I can handle. Translation? More blogging, word creating, and fun!!!

Frustration and Pride

Woke up crying. It's frustration and hurt pride. Nothing much has changed in terms of my feelings towards the changes at work. I have been asked to move to a different position, much similar to the one I had about 3 promotions ago.

It's a huge, HUGE, blow to my ego, even though it has nothing to do with anything I've done wrong, but the company has to fill that position, so, here I am. Right back where I started.