Couch 207: The spiced gingerbread couch

I was reading criticisms about that last night—I’d heard of it but never really looked into it before. The consensus was it promotes bad writing more than good, and that people who are determined to be writers will write no matter what and don’t need a month set aside for it.

Give yourself time. You’ll feel the desire to write again.

I woke up with a measure of peace this morning, and clarity. You’re right @@, eventually I will be free of this, however it plays out. That’s my end goal.

I am not afraid any more.

I’ll definitely take that hug, Jersey.

I woke up with a measure of peace this morning, and clarity. You’re right @@, eventually I will be free of this, however it plays out. That’s my end goal.

I am not afraid any more.

I’ll definitely take that hug, Jersey.

Not sure how that happened.

It was worth repeating, apparently.

Hi all couchies, I was so angry at work yesterday and I rarely get angry but when I do I'm like ANGRY. The controller had told me the sales tax refund was wrong for last quarter. Okay, I worked on it, and I took it home and I worked on it, and I came back to work and I worked on it. But for some reason it wasn't coming out to the number she gave me. So she asked me if I wanted her to try. I said, sure if she wanted to, no problem. Well in the meantime, I worked out where the problem was, and I skyped it to her explaining in detail what had gone wrong. I asked her if she wanted me to fix it or if she was still wanting to do it. She said she wanted to do it because she wanted to see what it looked like and stuff. Okay, no problem. About half an hour before she goes home (she is in NY and I am in CA) she sent me an amended return--which was still wrong and didn't even match the number she gave me to begin with. She didn't fix the part that I told her was wrong, and she arbitrarily put a number in excess sales tax paid which, when I questioned her about it she basically admitted that yeah she just put the number in there to make the return come out. But it was still wrong. So I offered to fix it. She was like, well I appreciate your attention to detail but we need to move on to other things. I was like, no we need to fix this. So I tried again, a different approach, but I also said I was willing to defer to her decision as she is my superior. So she said if I want to figure it out on paper fine but don't touch the one we submitted. I'm like FML. Seriously? I was so mad. I had spent so much time on it and I had figured out where the problem was and I knew how to fix it and I wasn't allowed to. So it is still wrong. I don't know why I was so very mad, I think because I want it to be right, if we get audited or something, we are going to have to pay a fine because we didn't fill it out properly. But I also didn't feel heard. I didn't feel understood. I didn't feel valued as a coworker. It was like, she was saying, no I'm right, leave it alone, just move on. As she is my superior I have no choice, but I still this morning even feel angry about it because I could have fixed it properly. I wanted to SH. I called a friend and vented about it. Which sort of helped. I'm no longer angry, I'm just upset. And its triggering me because I don't handle those sorts of emotions well. And it's just a stupid work thing. I should just let it go. But for some reason I'm like, just upset over it. I hate me sometimes. HUGS to anyone who wants one! Kit

I'm angry at the clinic I go to. I had an appt with my pcp for Monday. They called me yesterday and said my choices are seeing my pcp today at 11am, seeing a different provider, or waiting till December to see my pcp. So I chose today. I rearranged my whole schedule for this. Come to find out, they made the appt with a different provider, my H's doctor! Ugh! I needed to see MY pcp. I needed to talk to her about a medication she prescribed. I needed her opinion!

The infant has been projectile vomiting all day long. Where is a parent. I need a parent home. I’m worried he’s going to get dehydrated.

Stick a fork in me-I’m done.

In better news my sister told that idiot that she isn’t playing his ******** games and she will no longer speak with him directly and put everything through the lawyer.

Good. She’s moved on from being hurt to being angry. That’s what needed to happen.

I read the descriptions of therapy in the thread about appointments - and I have no idea how any of it is supposed to be useful. Even reading it makes me crazy with frustration. I read the end of it and people report it was good - and I have no idea why. If what I just read happened to me - I would have wanted (and did want) to smash myself into a cement wall repeatedly until the frustration and rage at being messed with passed.

I managed to break a couple of blood vessels in my eye (I have no idea how) - I look really creepy

@Slumber don't let it go.

Keep a record of all your messages to her just in case, she tries to put the blame on you.

Controller most likely would have a boss too. Might be underhand but I've contacted the head of a department when I was getting nowhere.

Poor baby- i hope his parent is home soon. What's the protocol with sickness. Are you allowed to give medication like paracetamol if they already have bought it?

His parent should buy dioralyte.

Little late for Hallowe’en.

Maybe you were reading too much about therapy?

I am so so so so so ready for the weekend. Like seriously. C'mon 4:30!!! I have to go to my T's office tonight and try to sort out the billing. My explanation of benefits has been showing that I don't owe a copay but they have still been collecting one. I let it go for a few times, but now I have about 8 of them, and I'm like, hmm, I should try to get my money back, particularly as I think they might be closing at the end of the year. And the receptionist wasn't there on Wednesday when I went for my appointment so my best bet is to go after work. I really want to go home and not deal with it though, so we'll see. I can always sort it out next week if I don't do it today. I just really want to go home and sleep. Mom and Dad are away this weekend though so I am really worried that I am going to SH. We'll see if I can get through the weekend.

Probably
If I had kept at it, I probably would have been killed by it -therapist induced apoplexy.
I am sure that is a thing.

I went into Sephora today for some eyebrow stuff.



I purchased some after asking for help with a recommendation, but that pretty much sums up how I feel about that place.

Sephora can be kinda scary. I tend to avoid everyone asking if they can help (at any store!), though once I let them do a foundation match on me. But ended up returning it because it was too heavy. I typically just buy online from them (as I now know the foundation and some other stuff I like). Hope the eyebrow stuff works for you!

I believe Sephora is one of Info’s favorite stores.

You may or may not consider that a recommendation.

Do you know where she buys her clothes?

I was also in Express and H&M returning clothes I purchased online. (I wasn't drinking at the time, but I wish I could use that as an excuse. I made some poor decisions.) Some of the clothes in the store were even more...interesting.

Thanks! I couldn't find someone to help me at first. And then when I did, she was rude and then handed me off to someone else.
But the 2nd person was nice and had significantly better makeup. I kinda feel like in a place like that, you should perhaps look like you know what you are doing.

Forever 21 (In My Dreams)?

Ha! I could do bad online shopping there as well, but will restrain myself.

Hey, they even sell makeup!

Hi couch. I'm tired and mentally drained. Moved into my new office for my new role today. Moving office is as bad as moving house, ugh. Where am I supposed to put all the stuff? Anyone need a pen?

Here's a couch virtual hug for anyone who wants one. I'll smile and nod to the non-hugging folks. Hope you all have a great weekend.

Moving is a giant pain no matter what

Goodnight couch folks. Sweet dreams

There have not been many pet photos here is my Ds dog it was his first birthday yesterday he ate his first party hat

May many more party hats come his way to eat!

(Safely, of course.)