Texts I Sent Today
All I can think about is that movie I've been meaning to watch, My Dinner with Andre. That line he has about when he was a kid he'd think about the future and creative things, but now all he thinks about is money. I find that my approach to my job makes me less of myself. It's the only way to make it work. It's like as soon as I walk through the door, I'm not there. This has only really become so stark just today. There was a balance before, but now there's just an apathy. What is hard to adjust to with this job is the continuity of service and denial. The source of the animus i see in the faces of patients. It tears away any illusions. I just get left with loose ends and uncertainties. None of the problems with my job are unique to my job; there are no unique experiences. And I can commend the quality of my coworkers and management in that, I find no flaw or specificity in any of their interactions with me that would stick out as grossly negative or abusive i...