huntersmencken

Oh, I could use a New Year!

I'll call her, if I can overcome my shyness enough to.

Not to pry . . . well, yes, to pry: what need do you have of hypnosis? You seem pretty together, though none of us is without fragility, in some rarified "completeness" of form and function.

My new job is overwhelming me. I usually get clinically depressed when I work for pay (although never when I pay to go to school). The place seems a sweat shop--hurry, hurry, hurry, and forget about taking lunch . . . let alone federally mandated breaks. Then my boss calls me in at 5, after hours, and talks to me forever when I need to leave to pick up my son . . . and I've told her. Workaholics, ugh! Oh, and the talk is all work-related instructions, off the clock! Jobs drive me crazy. Wish I could just sit at home, like a fat cow and look at my PhD diploma while eating bon-bons.

'night