So today I had an appointment with my counselor. I started seeing her about 1-1/2 years ago when I was having trouble at work. I hated my job and I wanted someone to tell me that I should quit and find something else to do.
I don't tell everyone that I'm seeing a counselor. Only close friends. I don't want anyone to think I'm crazy or anything.
I sat in the waiting room for a few minutes before my appointment and out she walks with her client. A woman from my office. Sweet.
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ha! at our office we say we need a "prozac lick," like a salt lick you'd get for a horse, so everyone came come in every day and get their dose.
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