But I never said it was healthy.. but it works. Kind of. One mg xanax at 7am and another at 11:00. In between, do as I have done all morning - eat while I slave on my work in my prison cell. So far I've had two slices of buttered toast, got to work and had some cafeteria food of small scrambled eggs and a hash brown, then an hour later, two cookies, a handful of mini pretzels, a diet pepsi, two coffees.
And now I'm thinkin' about what to have for lunch. And there's a bakesale goin' on down the hall... I AM kind of full.. but still... a bakesale cannot be ignored.
Yup.. still waiting. I suspect part of the cruel and inhumane treatment from the HR dept at work is to wait until Friday to send out whatever it is he's going to send. The big secret that I'm not allowed to know - even though it's a decision that will alter the rest of my life in one way or another. They Make you suffer, then give it to you on a Friday so you can't make a fuss and have time to "cool down" over the weekend. Now I'm fairly positive they can't do me out of a job... but what the road ahead DOES hold I haven't a clue.. and the waiting to find out has totally put me over the edge. Just so ya know.