Which leads me to this...now that the training is over, I actually start working tomorrow. 8am - 4 pm. Training with Gracie. I think I know who she is and she seems nice.
But I'm back on the 'do I really have to tuck my shirt in' kick. I ordered two shirts today, plenty big. Hopefully plenty big. I thought I'd beaten the system. In training, I wore the khakis and blue polo, but I wore a white zippered hoodie over the polo. I thought Delores had told me that when it gets cold, the cashiers can wear something over their shirts. She explained today that we can wear something long sleezed - ha! Freudian slip - sleeVed under our shirts.
So now I will sit and fret about this all night. Is it any wonder the doctors will not take me off the anti-anxiety meds? I went to a brand new doctor here in NC about a month ago. I had weaned myself off an anti-anxiety drug when we got up here, thinking the life style and everything else would be much more laid back. Mentioned that to him in passing. Told him I didn't think I need it. Interfers with weight loss and so on.
He wrote me a script for two anti-anxiety medications.
I'm thinking the medication may need adjusting.
Maybe Robin's been right all these years and that I really am a just a hopeless whackjob.
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You are to freakin funny Kim.
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