The phone calls from psycho seem to have completely stopped. I hope that I am not speaking too soon but I didn’t get ANY yesterday! Not even a text message! It was fantastic. I did get a drunk phone call from one of my friends from high school who I think, sometimes pretends to be drunker than he is so that he can leave me stupid messages at 4 in the morning and I won’t get mad. But it does get to be a little odd that he would continue to do it.

I really want to go on strike. I think that it would really benefit my emotional well-being. I think that I should just quit everything and live under the pier. I have been thinking about this a lot over the last few days due to the fact that EVERY single patient that I have had to deal with has been completely brain-dead. I don’t know how psychos and idiots can seek me out so easily…it is like I am wearing a neon flashing light to attract them. Seriously. Yesterday, a simple instruction like “Go to the lab for a blood draw” turned into rocket science. I swear you would have thought I was trying to explain to this woman how to disassemble a bomb. And she keeps coming back to torment me. This morning I told my supervisor that I am buying a tazer. (which, I obviously cannot spell…because this word never looks natural, no matter what letters you use.)
Man…I have 3 months before I start my new job and someone is already trying to get my desk! Get me OUT of here!