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I love shrinks 2002-04-19 - 6:43 p.m. 
I finally emailed the U of Chicago people back today to check up on things. They just found out today that their position for project manager was filled...but they'd keep me on the list. I already knew this weeks ago, no big deal...but project MANAGER? I just thought they wanted me for a drone position. You know, test subject, pay subject, gossip about subject, bitch about work, greet new subject, lather rinse repeat, maybe set porn as wallpaper for one of the public machines as a goof once in awhile. But y'know...the idea of enforcing MY work ethic on others brings a sadistic little smile to my face. Imagine, people just getting into research would have ME as a boss. ME. Oh God it'd be the most gloriously horrific fantasy. I could have a coffee bitch! My very own! Ohh the days and nights I'd stay 'till midnight working with my mutinous staff members. They'd hate me but it'd be good for 'em. Hell, anyone else would be paradise. There's always been this little Drill Seargent inside of me waiting to bust ass and take no shit. Back into reality, I need to study through all of today and into tomorrow morning. Can I cover a month of material in...7 hours? Hm. One hour a lecture, plus the articles. Normally, perhaps not. But oh, I have my secret weapon back. I GOT MY MEDS TODAY!! Oooo it makes me ravenously gleeful. The psychiatrist was your run of the mill foreigner, but he knew his shit. Even had me fill out a relevant diagnostic test and everything. I'm apparently very severe, but not hospitalizably severe, in terms of inattention...yet, I am but mildly fresh for other symptoms, like soft metallic rain on a lovely summer's eve. The man smiled at me alot as I threw clinical psych jargon minus the eye contact. Even if I'm severe I've "been able to bypass it so far because of [my] intelligence." I was suitably buttered up by this compliment but I wouldn't budge: I wanted my medication. Possibly depressed? What, ME? Never! Guilt-ridden? Sure, goes with white America! I'm like apple pie! Violent tendencies? Noone around to say, really! Oh it was great fun. But I need to study and mumble to myself. Heh, project manager. Oh when the day comes... |
