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Hey, I said, you can keep my things they've come to take me home

One and a half years later, I return to the fold of the honestly employed. Tomorrow I begin my new job as "New Hire trainer and Help Desk Support" at my sister's law firm. Woo-Hoo!

What does that mean for me (meaning me)? It means DOUBLE what I'm getting paid now; it means a 401K and health insurance and an office downtown and frequent business trips to places like Seattle and Las Vegas. It means paying all the bills on time and being able to buy drinks for people when I go out. It means taking public transit and saving money on-- and the world from-- gas.

What does that mean for me (meaning you)? It means I won't be using this forum to complain about my job anymore, since I know a few of my readers are from my new office. And besides, there won't be anything to complain about anyway, since this job is perfect for me, and the boss is wonderful and my coworkers just the coolest ever.

But don't worry, I'm still only 3 diseases shy of a full sickness bingo card, so I still have plenty to write about.

So, I saw The Specialist last week about the pain in my hands and the bump on my wrist, and I've elected to have my ganglion cyst removed. But why, you ask? It's just a little bump. Why go through the surgery and the stitches and the week-long cast and the three-week splint of immobility?

That's why. All my diseases are invisible, so no one ever believes me when I say I'm sick. You can't see my Islets of Langerhans falling down on the job. My thyroid isn't glowing from lack of use. "Myofascial pain" doesn't show up on x-rays or bleed through clothing. At least with the removal of this, the least of my health concerns, I will have visible proof. I will have a tangible wound to flaunt to the unbelievers.

And oh, I'll flaunt it, baby. Don't you worry.

10:59 a.m. - 2006-01-11


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