Writing on the bus.

I know, I have been a terrible blogger as of late. I promise to write more and I don't... Well, that's in part because I vent my emotions to Ross so it sometimes seems redundant if I do it here, too. The other reason is that I want to redesign this blog but I haven't been able to procure a copy of Photoshop for my Macboo yet. The (illegal) version on my old Dell is useless because the computer can't handle it.

So, here I am, writing this on my smartphone (yay Moto Q!) because reading books and writing on paper gives me a headache while I ride but this doesn't. Huh. I'm sure it is just all in my head, as usual.

I'm on my way to see my psychiatrist and, as of today, my new employer. Dr. Hardrict is perhaps the kindest person I've ever met (aside from Ross, though I guess I'm biased). When I expressed my concerns about finding a job because my credentials and professional references were lacking, considering the few jobs there are probably have a bajillion applicants, he said, "Well then, what do you think about working for me?"

My jaw dropped. I had to ask if he was really serious and he said, "Of course, I could really use the help." I knew he'd been running his small, private office by himself since his last secretary/office worker left, but I'd supposed than he didn,t need as much help since he cut back on his client load there. He said he could really use the help and that it could be incredibly beneficial for us both.

I am absolutely esctatic about it. I will be there three days every week working three hours a day. It is a consistent schedule, I will be paid once a week, and if I have problems or issues in regards to my anxiety and whatnot I will have THE most understanding boss on the planet. I won't have to be afraid to go because if I am anxious or panicky, what better place to be than your doctor's office?

I am truly grateful for all that Dr. Hardrict has done for me since the very beginning of my mental troubles. I hope I can do an excellent job while working for him. It is the least I can do to repay him for helping me to recover.

p.s. There are probably a ton of typos and misspellings in this entry. I'll maybe fix it when I get home.