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today the glitterbomber is... |
2003-02-05 another day in the clinic. last week i scheduled an interview with a transvestite who was really nice and funny, but he had an emergency trip to the SSI office �cause he didn�t get his check, so i missed him. damn. i was looking forward to talking with him. there were plenty of other interesting folks, anyway. my last interview turned into a therapy session. my subject mentioned that she�d been having a tough day and was very depressed and anxious. she�d even had suicidal thoughts the night before. so we sat and talked for a half hour or so. actually, she did most of the talking�she needed to vent. i hope it helped; personally, i thought i did a good job at playing therapist. i�ll need those skills if i ever get my ass back in school to be a psychologist. the clinic director and i almost got into it yet again today. the man frustrates me. he�s telling all these agencies about my study, which is great, but only people who are overweight patients at the clinic can participate. so he�s telling me to go talk to all these people who really shouldn�t even be involved. okay, i have an issue with him telling me how to run my study. furthermore, he has some idea that i am a nutritionist, so patients are coming to me looking for advice. the director looked shocked when i told him that i�m not qualified to give people nutrition advice. i try to go about my business and ignore him the best i can. i�m tired of trying to get the record straight with him. tonight, it was Greasy Food Night for amy and i. when we are both PMS-y, we know it�s time to order greasy, salty chips and salsa. the hormones must be appeased. after we got bloated up, we went to the mall to make fun of people. good times. *** quote of the day: "i can roll a lot of things, but a bus pass ain�t one of them." �patient at the clinic |
