On top of my job hunt, I've been trying to get into a bit of weekly therapy. Much as I love to unload online, there are things I need to get off my chest with a professional. Particularly since my stress has been leading to more meltdowns in the last few weeks.
Well, someone recommended a program at a hospital one town over. It would have been five days a week starting at nine in the morning, and today (the 31st for late readers) I was to go there at eight for orientation purposes.
Now, I was reluctant as all hell to do this, because I'm all ready kind of stuck in a group living situation. I don't want to leave a group to have to talk to a group, since it's basically the same thing that was causing my meltdowns to begin with. But I went just to show that I'm not dismissing leads. (Why is it I always to stick my hand into fire to prove to other people that it does in fact burn?)
Anyway, I show up, and there's this secretary.
Secretary: What's your name?
Me: NateSean.
Secretary: Daniel, okay I'll be right with you.
Strike One. Forgets my name not even in the space of five seconds since I told it to her. I said it clearly and as loudly as if I were speaking to you in a library.
She brings out the paperwork. When she returns with the paperwork, I asked her what the program exactly was about, because it wasn't explained to me. And pretty much it's a day program for people with substance abuse and mental health issues. It starts at runs for five hours, blah, blah, blah. Basically, not for me.
Me: Okay, well, I wasn't sure I wanted to do this before and I'm pretty sure now, so I'll be leaving.
Secretary: Well, may I ask why you were referred here?
Strike Two: None of your business.
Me: It doesn't matter because I'm leaving.
Secretary: (in a very patronizing tone) Well I'm just going to call whoever referred to and tell them that you're refusing to participate.
Strike Three: Threatening me.
Me: Um...ma'am, I'm here of my own volition. No one has the power of attorney over me and I came here of my own free will. So you can call whoever you like. I'm out of here.
Well, someone recommended a program at a hospital one town over. It would have been five days a week starting at nine in the morning, and today (the 31st for late readers) I was to go there at eight for orientation purposes.
Now, I was reluctant as all hell to do this, because I'm all ready kind of stuck in a group living situation. I don't want to leave a group to have to talk to a group, since it's basically the same thing that was causing my meltdowns to begin with. But I went just to show that I'm not dismissing leads. (Why is it I always to stick my hand into fire to prove to other people that it does in fact burn?)
Anyway, I show up, and there's this secretary.
Secretary: What's your name?
Me: NateSean.
Secretary: Daniel, okay I'll be right with you.
Strike One. Forgets my name not even in the space of five seconds since I told it to her. I said it clearly and as loudly as if I were speaking to you in a library.
She brings out the paperwork. When she returns with the paperwork, I asked her what the program exactly was about, because it wasn't explained to me. And pretty much it's a day program for people with substance abuse and mental health issues. It starts at runs for five hours, blah, blah, blah. Basically, not for me.
Me: Okay, well, I wasn't sure I wanted to do this before and I'm pretty sure now, so I'll be leaving.
Secretary: Well, may I ask why you were referred here?
Strike Two: None of your business.
Me: It doesn't matter because I'm leaving.
Secretary: (in a very patronizing tone) Well I'm just going to call whoever referred to and tell them that you're refusing to participate.
Strike Three: Threatening me.
Me: Um...ma'am, I'm here of my own volition. No one has the power of attorney over me and I came here of my own free will. So you can call whoever you like. I'm out of here.

besides, it's not like she'd even make sense to them. Daniel? Really?
and went to HR about me ... [a coworker and I had been talking about some car bombing or another and I mentioned that was why federal buildings put bollards up but that you still needed to pay attention to what was around you, people leaving packages sitting on the ground and such. All information that various governmental agencies put forth as safety information.]
I can't really walk that.

That. is. AWESOME!
That's an amazing story, I want it and love it! Hey! Free three-days off! 


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