"Disgusting" by Mansun

I had my last intake session on Monday, it felt so brief. The nurse practitioner that I spoke with reminded me of my aunt. It made me feel comfortable but at the same time was just a little weird. She told me that if I need medication she is the one I would talk to. She also told me that I would have to wait some time before I would hear anything about having an appointment scheduled with a therapist. I asked if i could add anything, because I liked the first woman we I spoke to when I began the intake process. She said that she would see if she was able to accommodate me, if not, then they would find someone else that could. After hearing this it was really surprising to hear from the woman I mentioned, Felicia. She is available, the only problem is I either have an extremely early appointment at 8:45 and get into work 30 min late, or leave 2 hours earlier. So I will be getting up earlier. My first appointment is tomorrow and honestly I am excited. I hope that my sessions go better than the ones i had later on with Randi since i felt like I was getting more angry than anything when i would go to sessions. When I saw the school counselor, Dr. Givens, I told her about my progress and how I will start therapy on thursday. She was happy to hear everything and said it sounded like I am more willing to talk about things with Felicia than I was with Randi. It is all about the approach that she has with things and i will discuss all of that with her when I see her.

When I got home on Monday, my mother gave me an earful about the people on the third floor. Apparently the police were at the house on saturday due to domestic violence issues. The wife apparently has a boyfriend and the husband found out through the use of one of the children's toys. It was unintentional though. The children have some voice recording toy and it was left on and recorded the mother when she thought she was alone in the apartment. She called her boyfriend and said horribly dirty things to him and then called her friend to talk about it. When the kids got home they wanted to play with the toy but couldn't get it to work, nor could the mother. The husband hit the play button on the toy and heard what she had said and asked her what was going on. She flipped and scratched the shit out of him which led to her calling the police. The police said to them that if they are called again they are arresting them. Still not sure how acs has not been involved.

To add to the craziness here, the woman on the second floor thinks the house is haunted. She said that when they first moved in her oldest daughter felt a presence when in my grandparent's bedroom. She also said she has had dreams where she is floating. As far as I know, no one has died in the house. I doubt my grandmother is here rattling some chains. Definitely does not sound like her. To make my mother feel somewhat better, when I went out with Aisha yesterday I picked up a smudge (sage) stick for her to burn. She said she wanted to do that but couldn't find sage. The smoke that emanated from the sage was so intense. I can't imagine anything wanting to deal with that.

Tuesday I was more than happy to leave the office whenever I could. The head of the dept told me that he didn't want me eating in the office, and obviously if that rule applies to me then it applies to the rest of the staff. When I informed Rico, after he had a student return with an ensemble of food, he went off into a rant. A rant about how it's unfair and how there are labor laws against that. How the students eat in the lab and they shouldn't, and the professors do the same. I know students don't read but they have been better with not eating and drinking in the lab. As for professors they have felt that rules don't apply to them. He ranted and raved and said he was calling his lawyer and it just didn't end. I wanted to just leave, which I did for lunch. When I returned and saw Shelain come in a knot formed in my stomach. I hate being around her, looking at her, walking on egg shells to make sure she doesn't jump off the deep end and flip out and talk to me like I am shit. To make things worse she still won't let up on the whole situation involving me being her teaching assistant. I'm not and that's it. She just keeps going on about how I am. I need to find a way to resolve this because I hate feeling like she has this on me and expects something from me that I am not responsible for.

P.S. Someone moved the printer in the office and there were mouse droppings all under it... Makes me feel great...


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