Some fucking asshole busted out my car window and jacked my stereo system. I was pissed when I came out of the apartment this morning to go to work. I was supposed to work overtime, but I had to call the police and wait on them to get here. I was really upset. I felt violated, pissed off, and scared that they would break into my apartment next time. It took the cops forever to get here. I called work and they were being assholes and told me that if I wasn’t there by 11 I’d be fired. How fucked up is that?!? Cingular is a piece of shit company that doesn’t give a flying fuck about their employees.
When the cop finally got here he dusted for prints and stuff and told me to be careful because it was probably someone I knew. How comforting…
I was a basketcase by the time I got to work. I ended up having a really bad panic attack. The emergency responder wanted me to go home because I was under so much stress and my blood pressure was in the stroke range but Cingular wouldn’t let me. I was told if I went home I’d be fired. So I was forced to stay. If it wouldn’t have been for my buddy manager Rodney I wouldn’t have made it through the day. He got me off the phone as much as he could. I love him for that. After the panic attack my manager Bartt made me call EAP (employee assistance program). They wanted me to go home too, but again I was threatened with termination by Cingular if I left. They set up some free appts with me to seea shrink. I go see her later this week.
I had Jeff bring over his 16 gauge shotgun. I’ll be damned if I’m staying here without some kind of protection.
About BipolarChick (599 posts)
I’m a thirty-something bipolar woman, an advanced tech agent with a pay tv provider, tax preparer for a local charity, current Tulsa inhabitant, and I’m one credit shy of an Associate Degree in Liberal Arts. I’m working on recovery from self-injury and working toward stabilizing my bipolar symptoms. Recovery is very important to me. I’ve been mostly single the past few years and plagued by a seemingly never-ending series of jackasses, assholes, and married men. I have no children of my own, but I have lots of nieces and nephews I love to spoil.