Important Account Documents Enclosed.

There is an enormous amount of information at my fingertips. By at my fingertips, I mean contained on my iPhone, which my sister convinced me would be awesome. Also, it was nearly free (if you consider $35 for an Apple product free-ish), so I bought it. Occasionally, I'm glad that I did. Like when I'm running out of money in my bank account and I need to make sure that I'm not going to overdraw when I need to buy cigarettes. But who am I kidding? I'd buy them anyway, and pay the effing $25 fee if it really came down to it. 

Ugh, but I digress. The problem with all of this information is that it can be a number of things at any given time. Things like, upsetting, useful, engaging, inspiring, disturbing, and saddening. There are more. The way my phone operates, it's usually a number of these things allatonce. Bad for the psyche, unless I'm trying to find my way out of the proverbial paper bag. Except that iPhone's navigation blows monkey chunks. Not that I don't feel awful about the people in China working under terrible conditions to get these things to us. I do, SNL, I really do.

Some of this information is important. Like when I need to know about prescription drug interactions. Or when I need to know what time I'm taking my parents to the airport. When I need my mom to tell me, "Everything's going to be o.k." When I need a reminder that my appointment with the therapist takes place this Friday at 10 a.m. Yes, some things are important. But Verizon, you are misled. I decide what's important here, and Account Documents are not one of those things. And National Grid, you hold a higher rank than Verizon, but still, no cigar. End rant. 

I've been feeling emotional for the past couple of days. Just when I thought things couldn't seem more upside down, another thing would arrive--by phone of course--to wreak havoc on my perspective (and my false sense of control). I have also applied for a new job, which is making me incredibly nervous. I've been part-time for almost a year. I've been biding my time, waiting for the right opportunity to pounce on something full-time, and it's here. I'm worried that the increase in hours will do me in. I'm also worried that I won't get it, which under the circumstances, could put me out of even a part-time job. So I'm waiting, like an old lady at BINGO. 

I'm also dropping my mom off at the airport for a two-week vacation, which leaves my alcoholic dad alone with his demons for the same amount of time. Do I worry when this happens? Every fucking year. As for my anxiety, I'm putting it to rest the best I can. Instead, I'm going to feel a whole range of emotions in the healthiest way possible. As opposed to suppressing them because they're not convenient--for me, or anyone else.