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  <pubDate>Wed, 10 Feb 2016 16:48:29 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>021016</title>
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  <description>Haven&apos;t posted here in a short bit. Got sick a week ago and had to go to the urgent care center -- wanted to make sure this sinus issue I had was actually a sinus infection and get treated for it. It wasn&apos;t ^^;; but they gave me some options. I have learned that Claritin either makes me loopy with Flonase attached, or makes me want to kill everything in sight. Monday was not fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved on Sunday! It was a good move except all of my stuff is still in boxes because I&apos;ve been at work 24/7 basically. I&apos;m fairly certain these pants have been worn for five days in a row. I want to work on my fanfiction for part of today, and might actually do so right now before the shit hits the fan/while I&apos;m working on background stuff. Not too much I can do while the potential for being interrupted is high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boss is out of the office on Monday and Tuesday and I have some ideas as to what to do those days. I&apos;ll probably have to still work at the gym, but piano is fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=memorialrainbow&amp;ditemid=91244&quot; width=&quot;30&quot; height=&quot;12&quot; alt=&quot;comment count unavailable&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle;&quot;/&gt; comments</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 21 Jan 2016 20:23:53 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>012116: Waking Up</title>
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  <description>Writing again because I inherited the laptop at work and I have a chance to think. I&apos;d be writing in the records, but at least this way I can work and make phone calls at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It occurred to me last night again that I take everything too seriously. Even something I guess as fun as karaoke has to be a performance, and I should be ashamed if I don&apos;t do my best in it. After waking up like a mess this morning, I gave myself a hard time about it until I realized what I didn&apos;t know until last night: that letting yourself off the hook is the key to being human. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m not fully here. I feel like I&apos;m in the longest (though thankfully not most severe) panic attack ever. I&apos;m a little ghosty. I&apos;m disocciating but I&apos;m going in and out. I called in and said I was sick, which is true but more from a mental health standpoint than a physical health standpoint. I feel like all of my strength has been sapped. But thankfully my spirit is okay. I refuse to be the victim in this situation. I&apos;m not going to beat myself up, but I&apos;m not going to go super soft on myself as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They&apos;re helping me out today. I feel like I&apos;m getting more done. Then I&apos;m gonna stop by MJ&apos;s and then go home and work on the jeans I&apos;m currently wearing. And I&apos;ll be okay. I&apos;ll always be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=memorialrainbow&amp;ditemid=89863&quot; width=&quot;30&quot; height=&quot;12&quot; alt=&quot;comment count unavailable&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle;&quot;/&gt; comments</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 21 Jan 2016 16:56:45 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>012116: Nobody&apos;s Home</title>
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  <description>Stayed out way too late last night. Did NOT get drunk but left at 2 and got home at 4 because the trains sucked. I dreamed that my ex was at the gym and he leaned over and hugged me and I tried to squirm away, but I couldn&apos;t. And then I learned he was working there now and would be closing with me, and I put him to work doing something upstairs, marched downstairs to the manager&apos;s office, and said to the manager, &quot;Who the flying hell hired my abusive ex?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is gonna suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=memorialrainbow&amp;ditemid=89710&quot; width=&quot;30&quot; height=&quot;12&quot; alt=&quot;comment count unavailable&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle;&quot;/&gt; comments</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 20 Jan 2016 17:14:27 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>012016: Catch Up</title>
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  <description>Two second post from work while I still can. This place is teaching me how to and how to not run a business. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The A train stopped cold at 168th Street today. There was a door stuck and they had to take the train out of service and kick everybody else off. A few years ago, this would have been a big thing. Now, I guess I just don&apos;t care. I&apos;m cold to it. It&apos;s not my responsibility to baby a train line. I have more important things to do, like try to run this office. (Emphasis on try.) I feel like I&apos;m on a merry go round that&apos;s going to collapse, a walking disaster waiting to happen, where the stress level is always high. I&apos;m grumpier to people now. My rage level is peaking high, and I don&apos;t like that at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to learn to see myself as separate from the job. Separate from my occupation. Even when that&apos;s music, or writing, or something creative. It exists, on its own, without me. Does it exist because of me? Yeah, I&apos;m the one who got off my ass (or on my ass) and did the thing. But it&apos;s like kids. I don&apos;t just exist as my dad&apos;s daughter. I exist as my own person. So my jobs exist separately from myself, and they do take time and energy to do, but at the end of the day, I have to just let it be a job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which I&apos;m actually really great at doing, and for some reason I don&apos;t want to do? I mean, it would be bad if work totally invaded so students were calling me at three in the morning with billing questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m afraid of starting over. I&apos;m afraid of putting myself out there as a teacher and then having someone tell me I&apos;m doing it wrong, that I&apos;m too &quot;whatever&quot; to give Skype lessons, that I don&apos;t have enough experience in the real world to teach. I think about the things they tell me at work, that in order to have a leadership position they&apos;ll have to &quot;whip me into shape.&quot; What does that mean? I still don&apos;t know what I&apos;m doing wrong. I know I take things too seriously and I get stressed out a lot. I worked so hard to bring that stress level down, and yet I still snap into being perfect no matter where I go or what I do because it&apos;s what I&apos;m used to. I don&apos;t know any other way to operate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if I was able to do that for this job, I&apos;d feel better about things. But everything is still important and urgent at the same time here. Everything is being presented to me in panic mode, and I&apos;m internalizing it as my fault. We still don&apos;t have all of these contracts in, and I&apos;m blaming myself because I wouldn&apos;t come in on my day off to work on them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m internalizing the stress of this job, and it&apos;s affecting me horribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can either walk out and away, or I can find a way to stop internalizing it, and quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=memorialrainbow&amp;ditemid=89444&quot; width=&quot;30&quot; height=&quot;12&quot; alt=&quot;comment count unavailable&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle;&quot;/&gt; comments</description>
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