made an ass of myself today at work. It was so simple but I could not stop it from coming out of my mouth.
the Subject was 9/11, of course, and a woman co worker was lamenting 'oh, the world is so different now. . .after (sniff) 9eleven. and I just blurted out, 'oh, the world is the same, only now you notice it' and the silence was deafening.
she huffed off, and the other two co-workers turned to their computers. And later, after I had my head down on my desk, trying to sob quietly as to not bother the other cubicles, my supervisor came to me and, among other things said "do you think you are the only person with a mental illness?"
oh, my. . .then I turned and said " I am not mentally ill, I am a ret*d! and I know this conversation is inappropriate and (beep in my headphone signaling another call) and I am on a call, now. " Thank you for calling Customer Service, My name is Merle, how may I help you?"
then I worked for another hour and a half, paying attention to my adhearance and my HiPPA laws and verifications until it was time to get on my scooter and go to my Shrinks' office.
Where what I got of out him was my FMLA (up to 12 weeks a year to take time off to deal with my health issues and Oregon has medical parity laws where mental or physical it is all the same to insurance and businesses. Now I can go home 20 mintues before I feel like pounding my head against the wall over and over and over and over and over and over.
Sometimes I think his whole purpose in my life is for 50 minutes a week, I communicate with another person that intellectually understands me.
So, I stopped at the chinese takeout on the way home so I didn't have to cook, and I am wrestling with a few moddly issues here on WP and petting my beautious kitteh kat, Macushla.
another day in the life.
Merle
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Alis volat propriis
State Motto of Oregon