Posted by Poet on August 17, 2005, at 0:07:01 [reposted on August 18, 2005, at 7:21:15 | original URL]
Evidentally my bursting into tears everyday has been noticed. I try to wait until I get into my car (my haven- it's survived three car accidents, it's my comfort and miscomfort zone.) The last two days I've heard *oh, oh, you're talking to yourself again.* *How are you TODAY, are you feeling better?* *Are you okay?*
No, I am not okay or feeling better. I want to be in a place where I can lock the door and nobody can get in. I want to have a job that uses what's left of my brain. I am tired of explaining my personalized license plate which is part of a poem. I'd tell them I write poetry, but nobody would get that either.
I can't keep calling my T when I am upset at work. I have no privacy and limited internet access, so I can't babble. When I try to write, sombody asks what I'm writing. I am getting more paranoid, but I have zero privacy and I think that the managers know that there's something wrong with me because I took this low level crap job to begin with.
Sorry for the rant.
Poet
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