You an' me both, GC.
Spike's Bitches 30: Going on Thirteen
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
See, now today has been ok so far in Suziland - though I am about to head home and have to deal with "make the new computer work but don't touch it".
{{GC, Aimée}}
That's one of the things that makes me want this job, Sparky. It seems like it may actually be a meritocracy. The Assistant Director started there ten years ago as a temp secretary. When I asked her what she liked about working there (they'd asked me that question about my last job), she said it was the fact that the Director fostered opportunity.
Hair photos--there is spotty consistency due to camera/lighting issues.
I look a little deranged here.
You can REALLY see the red in fluorescent lighting.
Ignore the fact that I need my eyebrows waxed before they decide to unite and take over my forehead.
The Assistant Director started there ten years ago as a temp secretary
how very Melrose Place!
My day has been craptastic, too -- no particular reason, just crappy.
Beej, that's so interesting about Valium exacerbating needle phobia. When I had that bump removed, the doc RX'd one Valium (no idea what dosage -- only time I'd taken Valium) and I was ok. Still nervous, but able to deal. And at the dentist, I'm cool with novocaine -- I just ask for nitrous beforehand, and warn them they I cannot CANNOT see the needle.
I wonder what meds are indicated for needle-phobia, then?
she said it was the fact that the Director fostered opportunity.
Seems like you've got to go with the "I love to learn new things and improve myself" theme in the interview then...
Cashmere has pretty red hair!
Cash = Beautiful.
That's what I did. And it's easy because it's true.
Erin, The prof I talked to didn't suggest meds because of the fluky nature of the fear response (plummeting blood pressure, potential for random violent outbursts...which I'm ashamed to say I've had).
He recommended avoidance, saying that niether chemicals or desensitization works with this 'orphan' phobia.
These days, if I absolutely HAVE to have a blood test, I've trained myself how to hold on until it is over. So I tell the tech,"Here is how it will go. Do what you do best and as quickly as you can. Do NOT ask me if I am okay because I am not and I will not respond. I will make noise and I will cry but I will NOT faint and I will not move. Let's do this thing and get it over." I then ask them to make sure they leave me alone as quickly as possible and to take all the equipment with them.
Then I shudder and cry and feel just about as ashamed as an adult can that, despite being a professional problem solver, this is simply a problem in my life that will not be solved. It is what it is and I just have to deal with the consequences.
ION, I'm so inspired by Cashmere's red, I might just have to jump in the color pool myself. That's gorgeous.