Holy fuck, how did I go so long without seeing this set?
Thanks to Bella's beauty, I had a moment of forgetting the pain I'm in and actually breathing. What's could be better than that?
I can tell I'm in really bad shape because I have completely lost my sense of humor about difficult customers at work. Today I had what should have been a laugh riot inducing call with a woman who was quite possibly Ms. Swan...on qualudes. For those of you who are unfamiliar or need a refresher course:
After 4 attempts to deliver her COD package, and five minutes spent deciphering that she'd be at work instead of home, I asked her if she'd have the check ready to receive the package.
I cringed in anticipation. She breathed in heavily and said in her druggy sleepy sounding voice, "ooh, noo"
Did I mention that I went to a psychiatrist? She was pretty helpful and validated all my instincts about how to deal with my mom right now. She told me to keep it simple for Christmas (I'm trying) and let the emotional charge die down before I try talking to my mom more. (What's the half-life on betrayal anyway? I think it's longer than plutonium).
