The Couch 150: Ceci n'est pas un couch

No, no. SD is the Cassandra of the Couch.

Is that cause it's actually Mae West-ese?

Just accept it and don't think too hard about it.

They were like the Hope and Crosby of their time. And place.

Hey new couch. I'm just going to sit here quietly until my pissed-offness wears off.

I just turned down a date with a guy in my apartment building. Now I feel horrible, both because he seemed so disappointed (and his cute little son was nearby) and because I hear future ex's voice in my head, saying I'll never find another man who will put up with me, which prophecy I guess I am now fulfilling.

Calmed down. Realized my mom is a bully, and is trying to attack me anyway she can to show me she's pissed off at me for cutting her out. My sister said it best, "she doesn't deserve to have communication with you". It's hard and it hurts. I asked duchess if I came to her house would she give me a hug.... ha - this is probably going to lead to another 'boundary' conversation. I really could use a hug from her at the moment.

Yesterday was not the day to try and quit so off for another pack. It's either that or admitting myself into acute care.

i know the pro's and cons...its just that i am a gigantic wuss and SHOULD at least ask for this position, as its being thrown in my lap, but i just don't know if i can handle it. i rarely feel like an adult, and going from teacher assistant to lead teacher seems ludicrious to me.
first of all...THREE exercise classes?! sheesh!

second of all...just because you turned down a date with someone doesn't mean you won't find anybody...

my older cat hurt my kitten tonight i am very mad at him. nothing terrible, just pulled out some fur by her eye, and it is red and swollen, but besides the first week she was here, he has never hurt her! And that was only a tiny scratch.

How long have you been in that room, velcro? I'd imagine that if it's been a while that you'd make a better lead than if they had to hire someone new to do it.

5 or 6 years

Far be it from an internet stranger to give you career advice, because I don't know what you are or not capable of, but I'd go for it. If you're saying the director is trying to hand you the job, that vote of confidence shouldn't be taken lightly.

Velcro, I rarely feel like an adult, either. It feels weird to take on responsibilities at work with that feeling but often we can handle more than we think. I think that's true for many of my coworkers, too.

Or maybe you're being a bit cautious and listening closely to your instincts post well, future ex?

My viola sounds like buttcracks the past several days

And before you say, what, it doesn't sound like buttcrack every day?

... no, actually, it doesn't

I took it to a new repair person for seasonal maintenance because my usual guy is booked out to October and now I'm regretting it big time. I should have just left it alone. Can't afford to bring it back and I don't trust them now anyway. Frustrated. Everything is a battle. I feel like my teeth are being pulled out.

It's like opening your mouth and some weird ugly voice coming out that you don't recognize at all. And suddenly you can't vary your delivery, everything comes out monotone

Yikes, dont date somebody in your apartment bldg. Your home is your refuge. Unless hes really rich or something and just absolutely cant live without you. Im not a gossip (much!) but boy the people around here are viscous(sic)!

If you change your mind, *you* can ask *him*.

I just found the hangover posts!

(((Artie))) im so happy for you!

Well, that was kind of my reaction. Plus it didn't help he started by telling me he had a crush on me.

You live with viscuous people? Now some things make more sense!

Everyone is viscous at times. Perhaps even viciously viscous.

Is he hot (compared to say................your psychiatrist)? Or, did the crush confession detract from any hotness quotient?

I would usually go with Una's sage advice on these matters and gawd knows how much I dread awkward encounters, but man, the prospect of dating someone who lives in the same damn building feels just so.....convenient and easy (then again, my last two ex-es were at a distance of about 300 and 600 miles away).

He was hot in the same kind of way - foreign accent, one of those unshaven looks it takes hours to maintain, etc.

I am not a fan of someone knowing where my apartment is and that he can come knock any hour of the day and night. Plus the awkwardness in the mailroom etc.

There needs to be a crisis line just for teachers who don't want to go to school. Or some sort of service that lets you find a substitute who'll wear your face and not tell anyone you played hooky.

Please, don't make me go.

Ah, one mystery solved -- it's serious beard envy that I have when it comes to men (with all due respect to Freud).

And, I find myself looking obsessively enviously at the type you mention and wonder how they ever pull it off day after day. Sigh.

Argo, that's why I'm glad I get 2 weeks a year. Great for those days where I just need a mental health day.

So, couch, I don't want to alarm you, but I need pocket riders for the second time in a day. H and I are headed to the ER. I think this is just a migraine, but my doctor said on this medication that I'm on that I need to be abundantly careful about anything involving my eyes.

Jumping in the pocket, brought along my window AC to keep comfy

Hopefully it's just one of those situations where now that you've granted yourself recoup time, your body just goes all to heck

Jumping in, daisydid