I need to step away.
You and me, both, msbelle. You and me, both.
DH's plane trip to Cinci got cancelled last night because of mechanical problems. He's rescheduling his interview there for the end of the month. But he also got a phone call this morning and he has an in-person interview in Seattle next week, right after the one in Worcester, MA. Much interview~ma and travel~ma would be appreciated, as these are his top two picks for jobs.
What does your DH do that involves such planning for interviews?
A recent meta-study indicates that PMS symptoms are over-generalized. Romans isn't saying that the mood symptoms we attribute to PMS aren't real and common. But she is saying that those symptoms are culturally over-attributed to the menstrual cycle, to the detriment of the medical community and those experiencing them -- and as a broader issue of gender equality.
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What does your DH do that involves such planning for interviews?
He's an actuary. They plan EVERYTHING.
I don't really have mood changes (that I can perceive) around menstruation, but levels of pain does affect my mood.
So trying to hold it together before the advil kicks in can make me more withdrawn.
I know this is not a unique problem but -- I cannot believe I work with grown-ass adults who leave the ice bucket EMPTY after they take the last cube, rather than refilling it.
It's like I work with my brother. If he were still 11.
I am not sure if hte wrong-headed wrong thing I was engaging last night ever really went away. I don't have FB access at work, so I am done with the convo. She had said goodbye at least twice though and continued to reply, so an inept flouncer as well as wrong-be-er.
I can't believe you have ice trays at work. Company needs to pony up for an ice machine.
Company needs to pony up for an ice machine.
The fridge will never die. If it dies, they'll replace it with a shiny new fridge that has an ice-making freezer, but for the time being, we make our own ice. Or, at least SOME of us do.
Yeah, that's a tricky point, am I bitchy because I hurt or am I bitchy because of my period? Though for a while I could track the debilitating despair that would have me sobbing in the bathroom to a timeframe a few days before my period. Though, again, once I pinned it to hormonal fluctuation, a lot of the despair faded to general crankiness. Once I knew I wasn't insane and doomed to a life of woe, most of the insanity and woe went away. Like my psychoses said, "Fuck, she's on to us, let's find another victim."