Work was so frustrating today. Nothing was working. The network is down and seems to be beyond my ability to repair it. Usually I just reset the router and it brings everything back up, but that didn't work today. Fortunately for me, the guy who knows everything about computers is coming up tomorrow. He's going to help me set up the new pc for transmitting data and he's going to map it with the database so I can enter data from my desk instead of the crazy way I'm having to do it now.
Since the email was down, I decided to fax the patient data to the billing office. After I prepared everything for the fax, I learned that the fax machine was also down. I pitched a dramatic fit and said that there was nothing else I could do here with no equipment and I was going home.
But first... the treadmill.
I was rather pent up and frustrated, so I jumped on the treadmill and ran like Norman Bates was chasing me for a whole hour, while Oprah was on. I turned the treadmill around to face the TV and I just hit it as hard as I could, the whole freakin hour. My inner thighs feel very weak and the left one is hurty. I bet they'll both be hurty tomorrow.
The love struck (and married) therapist is in pouting mode now, because I've soundly rejected him, plus, I shame him whenever I see him. He doesn't look me in the eye anymore and he leaves the gym when I walk in. Now, our working relationship is odd. Is that not exactly what I was trying to avoid? But, hopefully there will be no more stalking.
I can't help but wonder if the pouting is just a ploy and he'll be right back to the hounding in a few days when the pouting doesn't work. I hope he is mad enough to leave me alone, but not mad enough to go postal on me, since I humiliated him and all. I think he's trying to get me to ask him what's wrong, but that ain't gonna happen.
Why didn't God make me rich instead of mesmerizing and enchanting?