I’d bone the Parker actor from the State Farm commercials.
During my hiatus from life the past…seven?…days, I’ve been reading a Philip K. Dick short story collection. I really enjoy his work, especially when it’s a subject of dual reality. It makes me feel not as crazy.
I took all my medical excuses to work yesterday. HR wasn’t in but the main office lady was. I told her about my struggle with mental illness, why I’ve been out, what the jack ass in assembly said and how I was afraid to approach the situation. I shook the entire time, my throat was dry and voice raspy and I finished the water I brought in with me in less than a minute. She told me it is okay, don’t be afraid, made notes about what he said and will address it then reminded me the hospital also gave me Wednesday night off, go home and collect myself.
So, I went home and rested. I haven’t slept well in a while. A friend put things into perspective for me; within a month I lost my boss, forcefully put into a crappier position till we get more material then have a jerk promoted. That is a lot for anyone.
I’ve been rethinking life hardcore the last few days…