Bill

Less than a week, and I will be done with school...probably forever. I can't wait. Right now, I am taking a class called "Ethics in the Workplace" (boring). I am insanely sick of the word ETHIC. I can't count how many classes I have taken and the focus has been on ethics. I just got done with a power point presentation, where my focus was the Sears, Roebuck & Co. Scandal that took place in 1992. My head hurts, I had to answer questions regarding the unethical behavior that occurred. I still don't understand the assignment, but I got it done--over with, and I don't want to pick apart any scandalous behavior in the near future. A week ago, I had to write a  paper on the Bill Clinton and Monica Lewinsky "scandal". Bill cheated on Hillary, Hillary basically stood by her man, Billy lied and then had to back track, it was all there, in black and white. But, the questions I had to answer for paper were hard to answer. The elements I had to cover within  the paper, related to President Clinton and the former White House intern were as follows, "Clearly define the issue." What seems to be the basis of the issue?" "Identify ground rules that manifested this situation." "What ethical change, deficiency, or conflict brought it about?" Then I had to actually propose a plan for revising the ethical standards to resolve the issue. UMMMMMMMM??? These papers (for this class) have to be at least 1,050 words or more. While writing about President Clinton's infamous extramarital affair, I did bonk myself in the head, repeatedly. I am just glad I have a semi good imagination and can "come up" with enough BS to earn myself an A. Pat on the back. Pat on the back.

Shrink

Jesse, a friend, and I are going to Fargo tomorrow for the day. I am excited to get out this gigantic city trapped inside a small town. Jess is going to fly his brother's airplane and we will get there fast---well as fast as the cute little air plane will go. I am going shopping---mama needs some new clothes. I also get to see my auntie Jan and my Grammy Cheryl---two people I love so much---WINNING!

I wore high heels to work today, and I fell a few times. One of my co-workers said she watched one of the falls out her office window (I was walking/stumbling to my car in the parking lot).

I have been going to Minot to see a shrink...I can call them that I believe---because they shrink negative feelings or at least they are suppose to. I generally don't feel terrible, I just feel yucky and/or anxious. Sometimes, I think that I should just be my own shrink--like I should just talk to myself in the mirror, because I know what I need to hear, I just need to believe it. Honesty is a virtue. I believe that to be a good person you must be honest. Some people say that you can be too honest, yes, yes you can--I believe this--like you shouldn't tell everyone exactly what you are thinking, because just like honesty is a virtue, so is being polite. It is not polite to tell someone that you think their earrings look like little pieces of doggie doo doo hanging from their ear lobes. I suppose you could, if you KNOW the person extremely well and to the point where this is "deemed" acceptable--but it wouldn't be nice to say to the woman or man standing behind you at the super market, "Hey, you look like you have little pieces of doggie doo doo hanging from your ear lobes." I would not be honest if I said I am not nervous about telling people I am going to therapy. In fact, I have only told four people (yes I kept count) and now if You are reading this, I am telling you too. So, now by this time tomorrow, maybe five or six people will know? I don't know. I like talking to a therapist, I can talk and talk and talk and she gives me advice and doesn't just tell me to get over the "things" I can't. She helps. She helps me understand myself, let's face it I'm complicated. Jesse asked me if I lay down on a couch.. I haven't yet, but I think I will during my next session, plus--I will hold a box of tissues against my tummy. Why not?

Like I have stated before in many of my posts, I am proactive when it comes to my mental health. I know what I need, when I need it. What I don't know is, who I need when I need them.