Maybe it is time...
I picked up the phone this morning shortly after 8:30 am and spent the next thirty minutes listening to a student - who is NEVER happy about ANYTHING! - bitch at me. She called me a liar. Actually she called everyone in the office liars. She didn't want to understand anything... she just wanted what she wanted and I could not make her happy. I even offered to have her talk to my immediate superior and that wasn't good enough. She said we didn't understand anything and all we did was tell the students whatever we wanted so they would go away. We had no sympathy for anything they had to go through ... blah... blah... blah... And she is like this every single friggin' time she calls! So I have stopped answering my phone since somehow she got my direct line and my damn phone can go to voice mail from now on.
I HAVE HAD IT!!!
I am so sick of all this crap and - frankly - I don't need it! Once again today my clothes are too damn big and now even my shoes are starting to not fit. Maybe it really is time to apply for disability since with my type of cancer they fast track the application and just say "To Hell With It!" and give up. I am so sick of constantly trying. I am so sick of the medical bills eating up every single spare cent I ever had. I am sick to death of everything I eat - not matter WHAT it is - spiking my damn blood sugar. I am sick to death of the sense of entitlement that people down here have.
Maybe I should just say "Uncle" and surrender already.
I think I will spend the weekend cleaning out and decrapulating every single thing I own. What's the point of keeping stuff my family is only going to get rid off anyway?
Actually what's the damn point of any of this?
I am not in A Happy Place lately.
I HAVE HAD IT!!!
I am so sick of all this crap and - frankly - I don't need it! Once again today my clothes are too damn big and now even my shoes are starting to not fit. Maybe it really is time to apply for disability since with my type of cancer they fast track the application and just say "To Hell With It!" and give up. I am so sick of constantly trying. I am so sick of the medical bills eating up every single spare cent I ever had. I am sick to death of everything I eat - not matter WHAT it is - spiking my damn blood sugar. I am sick to death of the sense of entitlement that people down here have.
Maybe I should just say "Uncle" and surrender already.
I think I will spend the weekend cleaning out and decrapulating every single thing I own. What's the point of keeping stuff my family is only going to get rid off anyway?
Actually what's the damn point of any of this?
I am not in A Happy Place lately.