It's a GAD GAD World
Wednesday, February 09, 2005
STOP THE WORLD, I WANT TO GET OFF
Things were better for a couple of days, but now they're worse.
I am so pissed off at my doctor right now. I broke down and called him Friday morning & we set up an appointment for Sunday afternoon. (I can't remember what I blog from one day to the next, so pardon me if I repeat myself.) I tried to talk to him about what was going on at work, and he literally cut me off in mid-sentence. It's like when I'm sick, he can't be bothered to deal with me. I thought that's what doctors were FOR, for cryin' out loud! The last time he took this attitude with me was the last time I was sick. Then he told me he wasn't equipped to deal with me and I needed to go on Medicaid.
The only good thing to come out of the appointment was that he gave me some baby Xanax. Not enough to put me out like a light, just enough to calm me down a little.
So on Monday I met with 2 financial gurus. (Let me backtrack a little--part of the reason I'm so stressed out at work is because the financial records are a mess.) They were very friendly and very helpful. I felt so much better after talking to them. They made a suggestion (which I'm not going to detail here because it's too complicated and boring) that would make record-keeping easier. Within the past 2 days I've had conversations with 2 people about this suggestion. I've been told by both of them that it couldn't be done. And one of them told me that every person who's been in my job for the past 3 years (there have been 5 before me) has tried to implement the same suggestion and the Big Boss nixed it.
So now I'm back to being stressed to the gills--because I don't know how to fix this problem. The only plausible solution I can think of is to lay low until the Big Boss retires and THEN implement it. The question is, can I survive that long?
I actually counted out 100 days from the day she retires and marked them on my calendar at home. The countdown doesn't begin until March.
I have 2 big meetings with her tomorrow. Then after Friday she's gone for the rest of the month.
I really wish I could talk to my doctor. But he won't listen to me...
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