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No Really... I'm Calm
(August 20, 2008)
I finally had to explain to one of the doctors that I wasn't upset or freaking out or any other overly emotional reaction. I simply said, "I'm an Italian-Irish Jew. I emote. I am very expressive. It's just my way." He said, "Ohhhhh!" as if it was enough to explain everything. I'm hoping I'll be able to do the same with my boss. I think they hear my overly dramatic tones and think I'm on meltdown or something. I keep being told things like 'don't worry' or don't panic'. Meanwhile I'm just trying to talk about a concern. I feel like saying, "You think this is me panicking? Oh honey... You haven't SEEN me panic!" The doctor got a kick out of me telling him about how my dad used to make me sit on my hands so I wouldn't wave them around while talking. Meanwhile my boss mentions that she'll be over here 'for most of the day' tomorrow. I'm not sure if that means in the clinics or in my office. I hope it's at the different clinics here. Otherwise she gets to see how bored I really am and how much I fuck around. Not that there's anything I can do about it. Hell, I keep asking for them to clarify shit so I can start my job already. That's the key. I don't need busy work. I need MY work. closer... It's getting closer. Posted by Diva at August 20, 2008 04:36 PM
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