Posts Tagged ‘john = stalker’

I am a non-train spotter.

October 19, 2008

I talk about the train station all the time. Want visuals? (Apologies for quality, taken on my phone.)

The walk to the station:

My train platform going into work, where all the Crazy Shit With John happens:

The platform when I get home (and huddle under cover from the rain waiting for TMD to pick me up!):

Lovely road behind the park behind our house (behind the front of the house, behind the street in front…):

Last bit of walk home, where I imagine a crazy killer could get me at night, were it not so peaceful:

And now, our cat (I am becoming everything I hate by posting pictures of my pet, appreciate the sacrifice):

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Get me my cape, woman!

October 8, 2008

I spent the final 40 minutes of my lunch hour unconscious on the couch. That’s not fair, maybe – perhaps it is more accurate to say I was neither asleep nor awake. If I’m like this now, what will it be like when I’m pregnant? I dread to think.

(I don’t dread to think. I REJOICE in nausea, peeing a lot, big bellies, sleep deprivation.)

Feeling a little bit like Super Therapist today. After dragging myself out of the lunchtime coma, had an intense session with a client – I took the lead, my manager observed. Went very well. It’s safe to say that my confidence in myself and this approach is growing the more I use it. It’s still interesting to be working as a family therapist when I have no actual training in that area, but luckily I think all work with people is really more about the ability to connect with others.

I think it’s a bit of a miracle that I have developed that capacity within myself, as I wouldn’t say it’s always been there. I would probably classify it as being fairly new.

At any rate, need to cut this short as a family is coming in for a session in about twenty minutes. I’m falling behind with notes, allocated a crapload of new cases, and popping cherry tic-tacs to keep awake. I finally feel like I’m doing something with my days.

Something other than merely avoiding John The Train Station Man at every available opportunity, that is.