Maybe it's a sit-com.
In the midst of all of this stress and turmoil--I got a call about a job application (Yay!!!!)...
Only it was a little strange--the guy called me four times and kept changing the date he wanted me to come in for an interview. Weird, but whatever, it's a job.
On the day of the interview, the boss was not available, but I was welcomed as 'the new person'. They asked what shift I was working that day. As I came prepared for an interview, I already had an appointment with difficult child's counselor scheduled that morning--so I stayed a couple of hours and did some work in the front office.
Later, the boss decides he wants his 'interview', so he asks me to meet him at a certain time on Thursday. I arrive at the appointed time--he was not in--but asked me to continue training in the front office until he arrives.
"Interview" goes well--the boss asks me to stay and work the whole day. Unfortunately, I cannot because difficult child had another appointment. No problem, though, we create a work schedule for me for the next week.
So yay!!! I am hired. I have a job.
I leave work at lunchtime and take difficult child to her appointment, which is at the hospital.
I arrive home to discover that the boss called twice while I was out. I returm his call to find him FUMING. And one of the things he is upset about is that I left work early and could not be reached by cell.
Ummm....what???
We talk for a few minutes--I get the impression that everything is fine. There just must have been some misunderstanding about something. We hang up.
He calls back again, fuming again and he yells some more. Then he decides everything is fine--maybe I just need more training.
I am now on my way out the door...I am going to drive right past this place...and frankly, I am ready to just turn in everything they gave me and be done. So I called him back and basically said that I don't want to work for him if he is so unhappy with me. He assured me that he DID want me working there and everything was fine. OK...
Later that evening, he called and had changed his mind. I'd been fired.
Now, add this ridiculousness to difficult child's **** as we drive back and forth to these appointments. She is so sullen and angry. Making cracks about how she and her friends (who also want to kill their parents) are going to get together and then we'll be sorry. And the constant attitude!!!
So, now I really am ready to have my stroke.
I decide I need to get some kind of medication to help take the edge off of this stress--BUT I don't have insurance and I don't have a doctor...
So I go to the E.R. and asked whether my symptoms needed to be "seen". Blood pressure up...heartrate fast....but no chest pains. So I am given a clean bill of health and sent home with some Atavan.
On my way out--the doctor has a suggestion that will really help me with some of the family issues that are getting me so stressed. He recommends I go to....
(wait for it)
our county mental health facility.
Yes, the place that is making me so darn mad I could scream. I am sure that I will find them very VERY helpful for relieving some of this stress and anxiety.
I don't know whether to laugh or cry...
I guess I choose to laugh.
Either I am already insane, and that's why nothing has been making sense lately....
Or by the time I am done with all of this, I will BE insane.
Thanks for listening.
--DaisyFace
In the midst of all of this stress and turmoil--I got a call about a job application (Yay!!!!)...
Only it was a little strange--the guy called me four times and kept changing the date he wanted me to come in for an interview. Weird, but whatever, it's a job.
On the day of the interview, the boss was not available, but I was welcomed as 'the new person'. They asked what shift I was working that day. As I came prepared for an interview, I already had an appointment with difficult child's counselor scheduled that morning--so I stayed a couple of hours and did some work in the front office.
Later, the boss decides he wants his 'interview', so he asks me to meet him at a certain time on Thursday. I arrive at the appointed time--he was not in--but asked me to continue training in the front office until he arrives.
"Interview" goes well--the boss asks me to stay and work the whole day. Unfortunately, I cannot because difficult child had another appointment. No problem, though, we create a work schedule for me for the next week.
So yay!!! I am hired. I have a job.
I leave work at lunchtime and take difficult child to her appointment, which is at the hospital.
I arrive home to discover that the boss called twice while I was out. I returm his call to find him FUMING. And one of the things he is upset about is that I left work early and could not be reached by cell.
Ummm....what???
We talk for a few minutes--I get the impression that everything is fine. There just must have been some misunderstanding about something. We hang up.
He calls back again, fuming again and he yells some more. Then he decides everything is fine--maybe I just need more training.
I am now on my way out the door...I am going to drive right past this place...and frankly, I am ready to just turn in everything they gave me and be done. So I called him back and basically said that I don't want to work for him if he is so unhappy with me. He assured me that he DID want me working there and everything was fine. OK...
Later that evening, he called and had changed his mind. I'd been fired.
Now, add this ridiculousness to difficult child's **** as we drive back and forth to these appointments. She is so sullen and angry. Making cracks about how she and her friends (who also want to kill their parents) are going to get together and then we'll be sorry. And the constant attitude!!!
So, now I really am ready to have my stroke.
I decide I need to get some kind of medication to help take the edge off of this stress--BUT I don't have insurance and I don't have a doctor...
So I go to the E.R. and asked whether my symptoms needed to be "seen". Blood pressure up...heartrate fast....but no chest pains. So I am given a clean bill of health and sent home with some Atavan.
On my way out--the doctor has a suggestion that will really help me with some of the family issues that are getting me so stressed. He recommends I go to....
(wait for it)
our county mental health facility.
Yes, the place that is making me so darn mad I could scream. I am sure that I will find them very VERY helpful for relieving some of this stress and anxiety.
I don't know whether to laugh or cry...
I guess I choose to laugh.
Either I am already insane, and that's why nothing has been making sense lately....
Or by the time I am done with all of this, I will BE insane.
Thanks for listening.
--DaisyFace