  How many people work in offices? It's a lot, isn't it? I mean, you can go to the store, pick up a magazine, and there's always going to be something there about office politics, or some reference to it. Sometimes, when i pick up cosmo or maxim, I wonder about their readership, and if they alll work in these little cubes, day after day. Legions of cubicle people, reading cosmo, or maxim, or women's world, or whatever. Not while they're working, of course. And then i think how entirely bizarre it is that all these people work in offices, in cubicles, with uncomfortable shoes and clothes, all these people, and yet, I've never worked in an office.
I have a hard time picturing it. A minute amount of my friends work in offices. In fact, the job i got now is the closest thing to being an 'office job', and i can do that naked.
And speaking of work, well, i mean, i look at documents, made by scores and scads, and masses of people, all of them working in cubicles, or offices, worried about office politics, and nice ties; and if i've come across their name, they're probably somewhat concerned about litigation. I feel kind of hickish, not having any sort of frame of reference for these nine to five carpool people. Growing up, the main industries were tourist things and fishing. The only people that did office work were receptionists and doctors. Teachers had offices i suppose, but it doesn't seem to be the same thing. I'm thankful. I couldn't deal with the people and the lights and buildings where you can't open windows.
Kurt got his marks back - I'm the proud wife of of an honors student. His grade point average is holding steady at 3.7. He's currently moaning and wailing about his two B plusses, and the fact that he didn't get an A+ on anything this semester.
God. When i was in school, my GPA hovered around a 2.8. Of course, I wasn't a mature student with a wife to make proud of, nor did i in any real sense comprehend the dollar value of my education. I was more than a little batshit crazy at the time as well. Should i be given another go, I think I'd be all over the good marks. The no pill thing is pretty much exactly the same as doing the pill thing. It is a little more painful, and way harder to sleep, but, I've got to see what I'm like under all that crap. And if it's any consolation to worried parties out there, i have done this before, it has always sucked, and i've gone running back time and time again, no harm no foul.
Basically, i end up not being about to take the symptoms, and start taking the pills again. Every once in a while, though, I just have to 'see': see if i'm still depressed or it has thoughtfully poufed off elsewhere, to see if i'm physically addicted to the drugs I'm on, or if the drug is causing something I do't like, like excessive hair loss, or paranoia, or something. Kurt's watching me, as well, so no real worries of death and dismeberment. Besides, I'm cured, remember? I think that may be why i flaked on my last appointment. Bassiedoc has somehow become less and less. Less what, I'm not sure of. Credible? Perhaps, but I would definitely recommend her to others for theraputic puposes; i think she's great.
I figure it was either the 'you're cured' bit that did it, or perhaps her opinon on environmental factors. Maybe I'm just done. Maybe I'll see her again. Not in the immediate future, though. That's all i got for now. If you see an office worker, give them a hug for me. 
