At any given moment I can be sweating to death -- 2 of my meds cause excess sweating. And you're right, that usually makes me feel more anxious.

The poop finally hit the fan this afternoon. I thought for sure I was a goner. I didn't get fired, but she sure made me want to quit -- she had a laundry list of about 10 things that she hates about me or about she thinks I'm not doing my job. I went downstairs and cried for 10 minutes and I am still sitting at my desk wiping away tears. It also confirmed for me that I can't trust the other guy in the dept. as far as I can throw him -- I have incontrovertible proof now that he tattles on me. Funny, I never mention a thing about his 2 hour lunches on Wednesdays when the boss isn't here....or how he strolls in at 9 and leaves for the day at noon....because I'm not 45 years old going on 3.

I should be pissed, but instead I'm scared and sad and can't seem to stop crying. So many people have told me this doesn't seem to be the best place for me -- if it's going to make me this upset, I guess it isn't. Too bad the economy sucks and I'm stuck here.



Candy