Well, I'm definitely in a bad mood and it has nothing to do with drinking. I was with my therapist this morning and she asked how I was feeling and I was honest, empty, etc. I had my school weekend this past weekend, which was fine; Friday night people wanted to go out and I did, I did drink. We left early, but for some reasons I stopped in a place, before I decided to go home ?? I was sick the next day, and I should've expected, the taps at that place are gross! I got through Saturday, and did not go out with the group Saturday Night.
Kind of funny how I started that with a drinking night, anyway, I had been noticing the classic depression thoughts creeping in all week. I actually like my new classmates, or Cohorts as we call them in business school. Drinking more than usual right after class, was not that surprising, for all of us, we were all under a lot of stress. We all ended that night, even the late ones, we I got dragged into, at a reasonable time. I was heading back to the UES by 8:30, class ended 5pm. The reason I stopped in the shitbox near my apartment, I was finally feeling good, emotionally, the first time all week, and wanted to prolong it. I just had a few beers, but I didn't need those. I just sat there and chatted with the bartender a little, and went home.
The depressive thoughts had already, before I even went out, thinking no one really wanted me around, which I know was not true. A bunch of had planned to go out this coming Saturday to the school's homecoming game, which I am now thinking of passing up on, because I don't feel wanted. That, on top of trying to avoid AL in these situations, can make me extremely anti-social.
Just now, in my office, we have a lot of annoying young, idiot brokers, but I (we) deal with them. I share an office with someone who is my peer level. We even talk about how annoying they are and clueless. For example, if someone is looking for me, they ask me office mate where I am, and vice-versa, like we're each others personal secretary. Anyway, one came in doing that.....and I NASTILY responded, didn't yell, but very curt said, "I'm not his f#$%in' secretary, I don't know, don't ask me again."
Trust me, I'll get over this and not lose any sleep over it. My office mate and I are laughing about it right now. But, my response was so automatic; usually if I'm going to be nasty to someone, I think about it, and see if there's a reason for it, usually, there isn't.
The only reason I'm bringing it up, it just further gives me evidence that I am in a bad mood and low mood, depression is creeping in.
J.
P.S. The kid just came in. I told him, with my officemate there, who agrees with me, why this annoys us and it's not personal, which it totally wasn't, I do like this kid.... they just haven't been trained very well.