OMFG, I'm going to be killed and eaten first, I know it. I mean, I showed him *my* knife, but it's so little in comparison!

As with running from bears, you don't have to be better at/more prepared for knife fighting than him, merely a sufficiently convenient amount of your other co-workers.

I want to be ready for the zombie apocalypse! I am slacking! I have some of those things. But I don't have USB solar powered batteries. I will survive the zombie apocalypse but you won't know about it, because I won't be able to log onto the b.org to tell you! What kind of zombie apocalypse survival would that be?

Flea, I hope the travel is hassle-free, even if the reason for traveling is not pleasant.

I can't work out if his interest in me (kindred spirit? Really? Do I have to be????) means I'm friend, foe, or food. Because food is the only thing he doesn't have in his bag, and he's eaten human before.

Another co-worker stopped by and called me a monkey. I'm scrambling for how to not get offended by this, but apparently he meant year of the monkey. He's an earth monkey, see, and coincidentally likes to eat mindfully.. I'm all...I can't talk to people who say words like "mindful" sincerely (since I do nothing mindfully, ever) and I'm not any kind of monkey, and today was just generally kaleidoscopic.

Allyson, for fuck's sake, what the fuck. I hope you get the health care situation worked out and find some good providers.

Consuela, is this interview the last fucking hoop you have to jump through? After this, will you know for sure if you have your job or not?

msbelle, save yourself, GTFO of there.

Since the gun hearing yesterday, there have been six shootings in America, two of which happened *during* the gun hearing. And here's Beyonce, singing the National Anthem just to prove she can. I'm so not concerned about any fucking thing about Beyonce. There are 99 important things happening in this country and her lipsynching a song ain't one.

I believe that soon, I'm going to have to take a week's vacation, and not work, and unplug and turn off everything, and spend a few days just painting and reading and reconnecting with who I really am. I've been feeling adrift and lost for decades, and the only thing that gives my life purpose and meaning is my stupid soulsucking timesucking job, and that's not me. "Mindless corporate drone" is not what I wanted to be when I grew up.

Sara's nickname is MonkeyPants, just FYI.

I'm going to have to take a week's vacation, and not work, and unplug and turn off everything, and spend a few days just painting and reading and reconnecting with who I really am.

That sounds like a really good idea.

I spoke to my boss and she understands and is supportive of me taking a leave. I think all that's left to do is for me to call the emergency psych number and hope for the best. I'm exhausted, I was too paranoid to leave work early after talking to my boss, and I don't know why. But I think that was some progress.

That's definitely some progress. Good, and good on her for being supportive.

Allyson, all I can wish you is the best and hope you get the support you need. And I'm really happy you had the wherewithal to do this, because that is epic against what bureaucracy you've faced.

I haven't even managed to get a PCP. In well over a decade. So.

It's always one step at a time, Allyson. I'm glad you're getting support from work.