In the past three days I have:
Flipped off an officer
Sat on the floor behind the officer's stations saying "fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck..."
Yelled at an inmate
Had an in-depth conversation with a black client about the viability of braids on a very white clinician's head (verdict? Braids are okay, beads are only for the weekends)
Flipped out on a co-worker about their scheduling a group (a more fun, more enticing group) at the same time as mine
Stomped my foot, in public
Said the word "Fuck" waaaaay more times than is professionally acceptable
Talked incessantly about my stupid diet, becoming one of "those people."
WTF is wrong with me? I'm not even especially stressed out. I've just apparently lost my ability to function appropriately around other people.
This cracked me up! And made me miss my office...
A growing process. I can picture you doing all those things and it makes me laugh.
I think "fuck" is a very useful tool for stress relief. Maybe that's just me, though.
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