Title of the Piece: All around updates

Painted at 2:00 p.m. on 2009-02-13

well hello!

so, not much has been going on in my world. I wrote something to post a few weeks ago and then forgot to post and who knows where the entry went. Oh well.

Let's see... work has calmed down since we hired a new ad trafficker. Thank god. The highlights-- she's super nice and kind of mousey-quiet. The interesting things--she's 26 and has a 56 year old boyfriend who by all accounts seems nice at first until she decides to open up and tell me things that make him sound really manipulative to me. It's getting hard not to say that to her. She also wears 6" stripper shoes every day. I'm just waiting for her to show up in the clear, plastic kind.
Seriously, she's nice, but I need to corral myself and not become bff with her. I need to remind myself that it's OK that I can't help everyone I meet because really, right now, I want to take her from this creep and put her in a box of cotton balls or something.

Oh! The other big development- I've been having trouble handling my mom. Quick rundown/recap-- she moved back to Chicago in November. She had no job, still has no job, bounced around for a few weeks before her friend said she can stay in his spare room. She blames the littlest things for her not having a job... "Roommates printer doesn't work, so I can't print my resume... I just know my resume is going into a black hole, it's not even worth submitting... I'll go to the library and print my resume, but first I want to see if Roommate can get his printer to work... I'm sick, sick as a dog, so no I didn't go apply at the restaurant (I later found she was actually hungover, not real sick)" so right, stuff like this. It's been really, really hard for me to not snip at people at work when I get emails like this. I'm so mad/frustrated at her, I can't even stand it. She's 50. She should not be this incapable. So, to deal with it, I took myself back to therapy. I love my dr. She suspects that my mom is bi-polar (she has been diagnosed with depression). What I know about bi-polar disease (right word?) it makes sense. The poor woman has been this way her whole life and now it seems to be getting worse, or Gretl and I notice it more because she has become so financially dependent on us. Thankfully, Gretl and I have decided that we must be in this together and we are. So, we called some places to get her help and when the time is right, we're going to tell her about them. I hope she goes.

Huh, I guess a lot has been going on.

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