I am having a bad week. Pete has the flu, I'm feeling extra-worn-down from my collection of medical things, I'm in the middle of PMS, writing is not going well, and the job hunt has been particularly awful. I would like to cry, take a nap, and have someone bring me tasty food, cupcakes, and booze.

Some days the most appropriate reaction is to lay down in the middle of the floor, kick your feet, and scream.

But then the cat comes in and looks at you funny.

So, a psycho-pharmaceutical question.

On the whole, I feel fairly mellow/content/at peace with my lot in life. But two or three days a month, weeping despair takes hold. It might be hormonal, I'm starting to track it, plus there's the onset of menopause to consider. I don't want to take anything full time to fight 2-3 days of madness, but that mess really can't go on. Are there temporary things out there that will buffer the effects of intermittent insanity?

OK. So. A little while ago, I bought a vanity table. It was delivered, and I assembled it, and I couldn't get it up the stairs to my bedroom where I wanted it. I couldn't even get it upright, so it's been sitting in my front room downstairs for while. I finally got sick of this, so I emailed my landlord to ask if he knew of anyone I could hire for $15 or so to bring it upstairs. (I'm in an apartment attached to the landlord's house.) He replied that they had hired some guys to put up holiday decorations on Wednesday, and he'd have them move the table for me, at no charge to me. I said great. I wouldn't be home them, so I described the table (white, currently upside-down, top part opens to a mirror) and where I wanted it upstairs.

I just got home. The white upside-down table is still exactly where it was this morning. However, they did take a wooden table, which had been right-side-up and next to the door and had stuff on it because I actually use that table, and brought that one upstairs. Really, the table they moved has no resemblance to the one I described other than the fact that it's a table.

So, do I email my landlord again to tell him, or do I just find some people on my own who can bring the wooden table back downstairs and bring the white one upstairs? And if I do email my landlord, how do I word it?

Argh. I have an interview tomorrow, and because I have gotten extremely fat in the past year and a half, not a single one of my suit bottoms fit me. So I have to go buy a suit, in a size I am guaranteed to not like, that I will likely not wear again anytime soon. And since I have to do it tonight, chances are it'll be like, $300. Argh.

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Any advice on the table? I can think of a few options, but I don't really like any of them.

I just pinged a friend of mine who works at cheezburger.com about submitting my resume for a writer/reporter/moderator gig they've got open. Let's hope this leads somewhere, because I am tired of this unemployment thing.

Yeah, Hil, I'm too timid about it, I would probably just let it go with the landlord and try to figure something else out. If you disassembled it, could you move the parts upstairs yourself and reassemble?

Yeah, Hil, I'm too timid about it, I would probably just let it go with the landlord and try to figure something else out. If you disassembled it, could you move the parts upstairs yourself and reassemble?

Nope, the only parts that come off are the legs, and even with them off, the top is too heavy for me to get upstairs. And also, I now need to bring the other table downstairs, and that one doesn't disassemble at all -- it's an antique.