Fatlover1's Lament...Out of Character.
It's Monday.
One of the Care Advocates walked into the office with me. As I held the door open for her, she asked me how I was.
Bleary eyed, my lips pulled into a smile that I am sure was more of a grimace than anything else.
"I'm here," I replied.
"Ah, 'here'," she said cheerily. "Not the best 4-letter word I can think of."
With a bit of a wry smile I responded, "Waking up at 5:15 in the morning, 'here' was not the 4-letter word I was thinking of!"
Sitting at my desk in my little cube, I am staring at the monitor screen with a buzzing in my head, and the feeling that my face is being squeezed by a warm vise. The screws are turning tighter, my face feels smooshier, and the buzzing is getting louder. The wake up effects of my coffee are being blocked from my brain like meteors skipping off of Earth's atmosphere.
Providers and Members are calling, and instead of saying "Hi! How can I help you?" I want to say "Fuck you! Leave me alone!"
It is 8:30 am.
*sigh*
One of the Care Advocates walked into the office with me. As I held the door open for her, she asked me how I was.
Bleary eyed, my lips pulled into a smile that I am sure was more of a grimace than anything else.
"I'm here," I replied.
"Ah, 'here'," she said cheerily. "Not the best 4-letter word I can think of."
With a bit of a wry smile I responded, "Waking up at 5:15 in the morning, 'here' was not the 4-letter word I was thinking of!"
Sitting at my desk in my little cube, I am staring at the monitor screen with a buzzing in my head, and the feeling that my face is being squeezed by a warm vise. The screws are turning tighter, my face feels smooshier, and the buzzing is getting louder. The wake up effects of my coffee are being blocked from my brain like meteors skipping off of Earth's atmosphere.
Providers and Members are calling, and instead of saying "Hi! How can I help you?" I want to say "Fuck you! Leave me alone!"
It is 8:30 am.
*sigh*