Ch-ch-changes

Oh, where to begin...

Started seeing my new psychiatrist and therapist a few weeks ago. I see the psychiatrist once a month to go over medication and general mood. By the end of the 45 minutes she said, "I have so many questions I want to ask you!" My internal monologue said, "You're the first woman to say that to me!"

The therapist is weekly. It's interesting to watch her eyes widen with shock as you reveal more and more details. She looked at me as if to say, "how have you not killed yourself yet?"

It's going well, so far. They communicate to see if anything demands attention.

The apartment search isn't going great, but it's still early.

I had an interview with a headhunter today, thanks to my former supervisor. There's a job lead that would mean a 40% raise. She remarked that my current salary is a gross underpayment. I seconded that emotion.

Last week, work was significantly less than fun.

The first few months of my employment at this firm were spend trying to find a new, fast, cheap, easy way to produce out pitch books. The extremely finicky boss had approved everything by the middle of May.

On Monday, he decided that we should revert to the old way, which meant I had to waste a shitload of time. We were using a desktop inkjet printer, which died on Wednesday. Thursday and Friday, I was sent to our printer suppliers' show room and used their higher-end inkjet printers. One that I want so very much. While I was glad to be out of the office, I was sick of running around. By the end of the week, we found that all the pages printed wouldn't fit into our pre-made binding covers, so it was split in two.

I am officially sick of that place. I'm just about ready to throw the boss out the window.