Well, I sent out the dissertations today. I had a panic attack in the post office. No kidding. By the time I was done mailing them out there were ten people waiting, out the door. I couldn't breathe. I didn't know if I should broadcast all over my office or just be quiet about it. I was pretty freaked. I also bit the head off my supervisor.
He had said said " Wow, Must be strange, all those years of work in those little packages."
He has a problem with my discipline, it's not his, he's a social worker, I don't care about that stuff, but he does and shows it by his attitude. He doesn't hold a lot of respect for Ph.D's. I confronted him on his saying that, he denied saying "little." I said I was offended and I resented it. I said it was very big indeed. He sort of apologized, and then I sort of apologized for biting his head off.
I need some feedback. This was about two hours after the panic attack, and I may have been a little nuts. Rita, especially, knows all about Charlie. Was I oversensitive or was that a dig? I hate that it-could-be-interpreted-a-couple-of-ways BS
I know you're going on little, so you all have my permission to tell me exactly what I want to hear LOLOLOLOL
He definately picked the wrong day.
The receptionist said when I was out of the kitchen "I guess she'll leave now" (I had a spy in there) No one said much, from what I heard. I am looking at fellowships, but I'd like the option of staying and getting my loans paid, I do love them so (charlie excepted, of course) Oh, what changes!!!
I also get afraid that my breasts are riddled with cancer, like every day. Anybody relate??????
Go Jets The team that brings you the ulcer