Self-referential rant incoming - please ignore!
I hate that my brain is like this. Why does my brain struggle with scheduling so much when it's such a vital fucking skill? Why do I have to triple and quadruple check things only for them to still blow up in my face?
Would love to be able to blame my scheduling woes on literally anyone else. But no! It's me, just me. So now* if I want to go to graduation I will need to reschedule a surgical followup appointment (and they weren't happy about the spread for the first time - timeline being too short), reschedule airline tickets and a rental car and book an entirely new AirBNB and communicate with the other one about how lol actually we'll be there all day instead of just using it as a crash pad.
You know what? It'll be okay. There are worse things. I am capable of doing this. I just hate it, is all. It's quite triggering from a rest-of-my-life standpoint. /sigh
*Well, always, apparently - if I could just read a date straight /sigh
On the plus side I finally found an OT in the UK who actually works in addiction recovery and is willing to schedule time with me for an interview despite the US being responsible for a bunch of global shit such that maybe nobody should ever want to talk to me again. Which is a heck of a silver lining! ...which also involves what? Scheduling! ...and time differences.
Just a completely predictable week 9 of 14 menty b.
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