Seriously. This place is an insane asylum. I'm working like crazy, coming in early, staying late, no lunch, etc. I had a panic attack before 10 a.m. yesterday, or maybe a small heart attack; my lips and hands went numb, breath went all raggedy, and my chest hurt, which made me feel all the more panicky.
No, I did not consult any medical professional, because I have no health insurance and also? No time. If I am going to have a heart attack, it better kill me because there's no way I can pay for treatment.
So posting will be lighter than air until I return from Philly--where I am helping run a conference for these lunatics--next Wednesday. I'll try to entertain you between now and then, but I also have to try to eat and sleep and not have a heart attack.
Also, my boss-man keeps taking smoke breaks, and that makes me want to cry and rend my garments, because I would like a smoke break.
Also, I am not taking the job that is being offered here because if I start spending all of my time with these crazy people, I will become one of them. Honestly, it would be a short trip for me. I am a delicate flower-type person, and must be shielded from the hot sun of type A, compulsive, anxiety-ridden lunatics lest the tender blossom of my creativity be scorched.
Lo, though I am sad about the money, health insurance, and generous pension package I am also turning down. But I have to trust that not dying of job-related stress will be worth it when my book comes out.
Also, I got a 1000 word article accepted for the next edition of the magazine. Movin' on up.