I had an introductory half-hour therapy session last night, and now I’m totally cured. Hooray!

My first official session is next Friday. I’ll likely go to at least one more session this year if not two – it’s not so much that I think I’m SUPER CRAZY but rather that I have money sitting in my Health Spending Account at work that won’t carry over to next year, and there are only so many pairs of glasses I can wear at once.

My decision to go with the therapist I chose has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that it’s next door to delicious frozen yogurt, either.

It was actually quite difficult to find a therapist, but not for the reasons I was expecting. I’m not sure why, but I kind of assumed there would be a test and maybe an essay and a line up where they pick out the cutest of the crazy people to take home to save. Really though, the choice was entirely mine – and made much harder than it needed to be, thanks to my unreasonable list of demands. I went through the entire list of Accredited Counsellors in BC, and rejected a lot of them based on:

  • No website
  • Ugly website
  • Is that Comic Sans? Oh GOD no
  • Email addresses ending in or
  • No email addresses at all – I’m not going to CALL you for an appointment; this is the fucking future
  • Funny name
  • Ugly shirt
  • Too much emphasis on babies in your profile
  • Location – I’m not going to Surrey; I’ll stay crazy
  • Proximity to frozen yogurt

In the end though, I found a few candidates that seemed suitable. I emailed for an appointment, got promptly set up, and here I am all sane and shiny again. At least, I was until a rather disastrous meeting a few minutes ago regarding my unreasonable insistence upon having my contributions to the company I work for acknowledged with actual dollars more fitting to someone of my considerable talents as opposed to a part time dishwasher paid under the table .. but that’s angst for another day.

Vaguely hopefully, but very frustrated. Having to indirectly prove your value just sucks.

i can't wait for this week to be over - i'm running out of pussy bows

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