Category Archives: work

Aftermath of a bad trip

I’m in the last day of a four-day break. I needed it. I had three interviews for a job out of state. The first two interviews were electronic, the last was on site in Missouri where the agency shelled out … Continue reading

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Solitary Man

There’s a movement that’s been active for a number of years to get rid of solitary confinement. There are prisoners in America that are put in solitary for years and years. Eventually they go mad. This is not a secret … Continue reading

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Vanilla Shit, mostly

Once again, today is almost a polar opposite of yesterday. I’m not necessarily depressed, just subdued and tired. I can’t explain it to anyone adequately. I don’t really understand how it happens myself; all I know is that if I … Continue reading

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Mania Alert! Stop Me Before I Create Again!

Well, this is one of THOSE days. No, not one of those days I wished I’d stayed in bed. Not a day to have a death grip on the computer desk while my fevered mind tries to make sense of … Continue reading

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Hospital stay

Addendum: I need to mention something that may have gotten lost in this post – the staff, nurses and doctors at the hospital were first rate all the way and I am grateful for their care. I’m home after over … Continue reading

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Well meaning advice and sick coping strategies

You have your coping mechanisms, I have mine. Post Script: HOW COULD I MISS THIS? It’s one of my favorite movies. Anyway, the subtitle for this piece should be: How I learned to stop worrying and love the bomb. The … Continue reading

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Not Fade Away

Prelude: my ‘discipline’ handed down to me today was a written reprimand which is 1-2 steps away from a firing. After all the star-chamber proceedings all they had was what I said in jest originally to another co-worker. I’m going … Continue reading

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