C'mon... tell us a story.

Sorry to taunt and run, Nicole. Life intervened.

Friend of mine used to date a guy who had ... um ... a foot fetish. I didn't know this until after I had dropped something heavy and quite painful on my foot there one day and he offered to work on it. Has great hands actually.

He's the one who showed up here for what he likely hoped was a booty call a while back with a six-pack of cider. Rubbed my neck, gave me drinks, and then (okay, after I asked) left. I declined the foot massage as it seemed like teasing.

Well, he called and left a message today. Given that I have no interest in him at all beyond being casual and not at all benefit-y friends, I'm putting calling him back off.

[eta: To clarify, it's not the foot fetish that makes me not interested. There are times that might be a bonus. But it's not enough to actually make me interested either.]

The person wanting pictures of feet reminded me...

Now I'm back home, every insurance company covers every qualified practitioner (assuming you have cover for that service). Of the things that pissed me off with the American system, this was probably the biggest.

Forget Canada, I wanna be Australian.

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Forget Canada, I wanna be Australian.

Well, you're only human.

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Now I'm back home, every insurance company covers every qualified practitioner (assuming you have cover for that service). Of the things that pissed me off with the American system, this was probably the biggest.

Honey, there is no system. Didn't we make that clear? I worked in the belly of the beast for six years. There. Is. No. System.

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Seven hours of uniterrupted sleep! I'd forgotten what it felt like!

eta: Obviously, I really need 8 to speel spell correctly.

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Stephanie's being funny. And yay for sleep!

I had a wonderful time at knitting/crochet group last night. And now I'm up and must get ready for work, but I'm terrified of going in. I'll either be fired or won't be fired. And both are terrifying.

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WAKE UP!!

And laugh. Or cringe. I did both. Hooked on...Something

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Is anyone around? Could I share an e-mail I'm about to send to my boss and ask for opinions?

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I'm here. Shoot.

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I feel like I need to be straight with you, because I'm really struggling right now.

I suffer from severe depression and anxiety. It's been under better control with medication and therapy, but last semester's other health concerns really threw me for a loop. I have a lot of anxiety related to work right now, because I've missed so much. I keep waiting to be let go, and so I dread coming into work, waiting for that ball to drop. And thus the circle continues. The anxiety around letting you guys down and not being reliable (the polar opposite of what I want) turns into physical illness (migraines, etc.) and such extreme anxiety that I can't leave the house.

I love my job. And you guys have been more than flexible with me--far more than I feel I deserve. But, I need to know where I stand. I want you to know that I know that the reliability is an issue. I am working on it. But, I also need to know if you guys are willing to continue working with me. If we could make some sort of plan, it would really help me a lot. It would reduce some of the anxiety about returning after missing again, and I think I'll be more productive.

I don't want to leave the center. I feel I have so much that I can learn there, and I want to do well and make you all proud.

Please let me know how you would like to proceed.

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vw, I think that's a great letter.

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