Megsie

Him: “He lives by the principle, ‘keep your friends close and your enemies closer.’ I’m not like that. I prefer to live by the principle of…”

Me: “Fuck off and die?”

Him: “I was just going to say that!”

This is love.

After spending nearly two weeks freaking out about an infection that would not go away, and exhausting all the (very limited) means available to my unemployed, uninsured self, I finally decided that I needed to go get help/advice from my aunt and my uncle (who is a doctor).

Me to my aunt (after explaining my symptoms): So, I’m really not sure what to do right now.

My aunt: I see. You know, wouldn’t it be great if you knew someone who you could ask for medical advice? If only you knew a doctor…

Me: Uh, right…

I now have medication. I’m glad I have people who like me.

I have a much longer post coming probably tomorrow wherein I bitch about my former job as a way of releasing some of the frustration of the past several months. In the mean time, in preparation for that angry rant, here is a little tidbit from a typical day at the office of my former (!) employment:

After trying unsuccessfully for 15 or more minutes to go to lunch, the phone rang for the fifth time in as many minutes, I answered it, concluded the call, stood up to leave… And, the phone rang again.

“Jesus FUCKING Christ!” (I am very religious when frustrated) And then, in the same breath, with utmost politeness, “Thank you for calling [insert company name], how may I help you?”

This Jekyll/Hyde transformation amused and confused my co-workers greatly, and probably took years off of my life, because each outburst was immediately followed by inhaling several cigarettes.

My co-worker Kelly would laugh and say, “so young! Yet so angry!”

Probably needless to say, this really did not calm me.