New Medication

Today was the last day of this pay period, but I had already done my BBS evaluation and timewriting. I didn't get in to work until 9. I spent a chunk of time sorting my mailbox and managed to empty my entire inbox and sort my messages into a more robust filing system. It is about as complex [possibly more so] than my old UM folder system. I also went through at least one drawer, maybe a whole cabinet worth of boxes for GWD.

I had to leave at 3:30 for an appointment to be taken off Celexa. I feel severely betrayed by my doctor at UM for prescribing me Celexa, but now I am back on Effexor. After my appointment, I thought I might go to the store to get some summer clothes, but instead decided to go back to work. After filling out the employee survey and talking with a co-worker about a potential office move to BR 1 (please, god, no), I drove to Danville. I walked a few blocks to the Starbucks to visit my co-worker, Brian. Technically, I could be his boss, but he is close to me in age and I enjoy his company. He is also a shift leader at the aforementioned Starbucks. It was also near a Trader Joe's, and I went there and got three bags of whole wheat pasta - the only whole wheat pasta that I actually enjoy eating.

Danville is much more pedestrian friendly [and isn't a mall] than any other place I have been to in this area [Ocean Beach in San Diego was pedestrian friendly, but it is rather far away - I could really see myself moving to San Diego]. But as i walked, I talked to J, my sister. I learned about her book club and the former tennant of her apartment leaving a bag of pot and several hundred dollars in the ceiling. She started checking her ceiling tiles, but realized taht her landlord/lady had replaced all the celing tiles before she moved in. I commented that the former tennant could have just been making shit up. We also talked about sexism and the severe lack of female representation - still, in the 21st century - even in our own progressive/indie culture. She said "everything that is 'awesome' or 'amazing' is made by men, and it drives me crazy". Some might say that it is because men make the awesome things, but I don't trust our culture enough to believe that they aren't just ignoring women or aren't just less willing to accept the things women do make.

I came home around 9 and W called. At first, our conversation was rather nice, but he reacted badly to one of my more radical feminist viewpoints. Unfortunately, he did not satisfactorily negate my viewpoint, so I now need to determine a better way to express it before I talk about it anymore. I took a new Ambien during the conversation, and felt it kicking in as I was talking. Still, I went to bed far too late to get up in time to make it to work at 6 the next day [as I had wanted to]. Furtunately, the fact that I went back to work after my appointment meant that I had less time to make up from this morning [only about an hour]