I updated my profile and put some more info in for anyone who might care.
I'm not the best at blogging to begin with, and have not really be in the best place mentally for the past month and a half, so I apologize if i've been a little light with the updating. Nothing real exciting going on - just working a ton. Both my bosses have been taking time off which leaves me in charge of the office. That's as much fun as it sounds.
My foot isn't broken - it just hurts like hell. My useless primary care doctor takes a week to get back to me, tells me to take tylenol, which is as useless as he is, and then says it's not a stress fracture and thinks his job is done. I ask "why does it hurt like hell" and he says "You should go see a podiatrist." Well, fuck you, asshole. Just tell me that to begin with and don't leave me limping around for a week. And give me some goddam pills. I need to figure out how to pick a new doctor. I don't just want to pick one out of the phone book and I don't trust the insurance comany to recommend one cause they'll just pick the cheapest one with a degree from Cadaver University.
So my foot is my latest excuse for not asking out the girl at work that I've been not asking out. She was out for three weeks for some kind of medical reason. She has MS and I think that probably flaired up on her. I really don't care that she has it - I can deal with it and just think she's just a great person - I just suck at approaching women. She works with the babies at work and I saw her on Friday holding a couple of them at different time and my heart just melted.
That's enough for now. Time to go fold laundry.
I'm not the best at blogging to begin with, and have not really be in the best place mentally for the past month and a half, so I apologize if i've been a little light with the updating. Nothing real exciting going on - just working a ton. Both my bosses have been taking time off which leaves me in charge of the office. That's as much fun as it sounds.
My foot isn't broken - it just hurts like hell. My useless primary care doctor takes a week to get back to me, tells me to take tylenol, which is as useless as he is, and then says it's not a stress fracture and thinks his job is done. I ask "why does it hurt like hell" and he says "You should go see a podiatrist." Well, fuck you, asshole. Just tell me that to begin with and don't leave me limping around for a week. And give me some goddam pills. I need to figure out how to pick a new doctor. I don't just want to pick one out of the phone book and I don't trust the insurance comany to recommend one cause they'll just pick the cheapest one with a degree from Cadaver University.
So my foot is my latest excuse for not asking out the girl at work that I've been not asking out. She was out for three weeks for some kind of medical reason. She has MS and I think that probably flaired up on her. I really don't care that she has it - I can deal with it and just think she's just a great person - I just suck at approaching women. She works with the babies at work and I saw her on Friday holding a couple of them at different time and my heart just melted.
That's enough for now. Time to go fold laundry.
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monicathedino:
I just went and painted all of my frustration away! no more man hating today!
monicathedino:
Yeah, boobies are totally better, but I'm sure that will find another reason to put them on here.