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thejunipertreePart #1-
My favourite co-worker was laid off today. We've been having lay offs about once a week for the past couple of months, due to an increasingly slowing market. She's more than a co-worker, really. She's become one of my closest friends. And I think it absolutely sucks that she was the one chosen to be laid off.
Especially considering she has seniority over me and the other girl who does the same thing that we do. And considering that I call out much more than she does.
I don't understand why she was the one chosen. It should have been me. It really should have. And it makes me feel like shit that it /wasn't/ me. I don't want to go into work feeling like this. I don't want to ever go back to that office ever again. Not for that man.
It should have been me.
Part #2-
My mother has been off and on sick for the better part of the last year. I finally had made her visit the doctor regarding this. They gave her a new thyroid medication and put her through a barrage of blood work, to try and pinpoint what was making her feel the way she is.
Long story short, when she come home from the appointment this evening, she dropped the news on me. For one thing, she's got the adult form of mono, who's name I can't quite recall at the moment.
And the bloodwork done on her came back with a high score for cancer.
She said she wasn't going to tell me, but I kept prodding her for answers. I knew that she was holding something back from me. I can always tell, she's just like me. Transparent as fuck when something's bothering my mind.
I felt my eyes beginning to burn and my nails starting to dig into my palms. Teeth clenching, as they do when I'm seriously stressed. I walked out of the room, under the guise that I wanted something to drink.
I stood in the kitchen and started to cry. Quietly and quickly, so no one would know. So no one would come in there after me. I didn't want anyone touching me. No one. She continued to talk to me, from the other room, knowing full well what I was doing.
It could be polyps, the doctors say. It could be any number of things, but the cancer score is coming back high. They have to do this procedure to find out for sure.
I don't know what else to write.
I'm scared.
My favourite co-worker was laid off today. We've been having lay offs about once a week for the past couple of months, due to an increasingly slowing market. She's more than a co-worker, really. She's become one of my closest friends. And I think it absolutely sucks that she was the one chosen to be laid off.
Especially considering she has seniority over me and the other girl who does the same thing that we do. And considering that I call out much more than she does.
I don't understand why she was the one chosen. It should have been me. It really should have. And it makes me feel like shit that it /wasn't/ me. I don't want to go into work feeling like this. I don't want to ever go back to that office ever again. Not for that man.
It should have been me.
Part #2-
My mother has been off and on sick for the better part of the last year. I finally had made her visit the doctor regarding this. They gave her a new thyroid medication and put her through a barrage of blood work, to try and pinpoint what was making her feel the way she is.
Long story short, when she come home from the appointment this evening, she dropped the news on me. For one thing, she's got the adult form of mono, who's name I can't quite recall at the moment.
And the bloodwork done on her came back with a high score for cancer.
She said she wasn't going to tell me, but I kept prodding her for answers. I knew that she was holding something back from me. I can always tell, she's just like me. Transparent as fuck when something's bothering my mind.
I felt my eyes beginning to burn and my nails starting to dig into my palms. Teeth clenching, as they do when I'm seriously stressed. I walked out of the room, under the guise that I wanted something to drink.
I stood in the kitchen and started to cry. Quietly and quickly, so no one would know. So no one would come in there after me. I didn't want anyone touching me. No one. She continued to talk to me, from the other room, knowing full well what I was doing.
It could be polyps, the doctors say. It could be any number of things, but the cancer score is coming back high. They have to do this procedure to find out for sure.
I don't know what else to write.
I'm scared.
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Date: 2002-04-30 10:01 pm (UTC)But I will say I know what it's like to wrangle a sick, stubborn parent.
And if you ever want to unload, I'm available.
My AIM is hosed, but you can always get me on the phone.
I'm going to go put that in a locked entry now so you have it.