Couch 174: Good Lord, Those People

((((granite))))

(((Granite))) your t reminds me of that one aunt on Bewitched who was good hearted but a little goofy. She had powers but it took a while to get exactly what she intended. Meanwhile she conjures up Ben Franklin to fix a lamp.

More hugs, granite.

Aunt Clara! I loved her.

Fair enough, but even the dreaded and formidable Madame T double-booked me once. And was late once because of traffic. She was a professional to the tips of her claws.

(I have forgiven her really. )

Once is one thing. Regular demonstrations of incompetence are another. Late because of traffic is beyond one’s control.

My point is, expectations of therapists tend to be excused as idealization (by them as well) when we should hold them as responsible as we would a doctor or a lawyer for mistakes.

I mean, if a plumber floods the first floor of someone’s house they’d be expected to provide some compensation. A therapist screws up, they say, hey, keep paying me till we make repairs!

Obviously I am not as far along the path of forgiveness as you are.

I agree.
I fix software under the licence and support agreement, i.e. for free.

that does feel like a bit of a design flaw...

15 years ago I was a young naive 19 year old girl, the night before her wedding. Fast forward 15 years the night before our anniversary we are spending the evening ignoring each and sleeping in separate rooms.

Though the demise of my marriage has been slow and tonight is not out of the ordinary, but it hits me harder that this is the reality of my marriage. When you are thinking in your mind what your life will be like on your anniversary this is not what anyone expects.

I am trying hard not to let this derail how well I have been doing lately, but I can see how I could go down a very quick, dark spiral of badness.

I just complained to a manager about a rude cashier. I usually try to be understanding because I was a cashier in grad school and it can be hard especially towards the end of the day not to mention poor pay. But the guy threw my change down on the counter so the coins went all over.

I ended up with a $20 gift card from the manager.

I'm so glad my therapist is back from vacation. It was a good session. Apart from more substantive matters, I learned that she has not been sued by a client, she knows Daddy from OITNB personally, and her favorite character on the show is the same as mine--Suzanne (obviously, she said) which makes me feel less concerned that I'm too out there for her.

I got a $25 gift card when a store clerk sent me off with an ink staining security tag, which the store uses instead of the beeping ones. When the manager asked if I wanted the gift card, I said I'd rather have her come to my home to take the tag off.

One time when my son was young I took him to Chili's for a celebration dinner of I think it was a school accomplishment, I have forgotten what we were celebrating now but we put our name on the list and they proceeded to seat people who came in after us like 6 different sets of people, so we just walked out and went elsewhere. After we got home we together wrote a letter & sent it to their corporate and they sent us a $15 or $20 gift certificate something like that, with apologies and invited us to try again.

Hugs, Healed...

((Healed))

Anniversaries can be very powerful.

Blind kitty has come home. D went to look under the house and when she got back, kitty was in her usual spot on the sofa, pretending that nothing had happened.



"Whut? No, I been here the whole time."

(((Healed))) I'm so sorry you're going through this.

Yay!!


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The complaint I got the most out of—actually I think the last complaint I made before tonight and this was years ago—was a $50 gift card from Trader Joe’s after an employee mocked my hearing.

I spent it at another Trader Joe’s so they wouldn’t get any incidental profit from it when I used it up.

That's truly awful. I'm sorry that happened to you.

Thats hilarious.

Eta - maybe blind kitty could tell D was ovulating or otherwise in estrus, and so was indicating her willingness to go tomcatting with her!

Thanks. It was actually nothing compared to what 2ex could do with that subject.

Yeah, I can only imagine. I'm sorry for that too.

When I was in 5th grade, we lived in Wichita, KS. The elementary school I went to was also the magnet school (or whatever they called it) for the deaf and hearing impaired kids. One of the coolest things was there was a choir which included both hearing and hearing impaired. We would sing and do the sign language at the same time, so we had to learn some sign language. It's a really nice memory from my childhood.

I don't know why these people had to come into our lives and pick us apart like emotional vultures. It hurts to know what my vulture did to me and what @@'s vulture did to her and anyone else on here who has had to deal with this crap. Why are they like this? I just don't get it.