There’s a mistake in the paperwork! The closing is tomorrow! The clients are here NOW and are bitching to The Boss about my incompetence! It’s a whole chain of simultaneous sales/purchases, and every one of them is going downhill! Bank delays! Weather delays! Delays due to illness … delays due to DEATH!
Noooooooooooooo ………………. !!!!!
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It’s been almost a year, and I still have nightmares about my former life as a real estate paralegal. Can someone who’s never been in military combat suffer from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder?
Apparently so.
But today is my Remicade infusion, which means I will sleep most of the afternoon. That should help, right?
Or maybe not.
Maybe I should warn the infusion nurses to ignore any screams they might hear coming from my room.
TGIF. While I’m sleeping, most of you will be working. Enjoy your day.
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This made me smile. My wife started selling real estate two years ago. Before that, I said stupid things like, “When I retire, I might like to get into real estate.” Now that I’ve watched her for two years, I think “no way!”
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I considered becoming a real estate agent instead of a paralegal, but then thought better of it. Now I have a nice, mindless job as a legal secretary in a firm that does estates and trusts. No stress there – most of the clients are already dead.
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Ha! Nice. Nothing like dead clients to lower the stress level.
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A good friend is real estate agent and she helped me sell two houses and buy two houses. When I had to sell the 2nd house that I’d only lived in a short while, I went to a discount broker (I think I paid him 2%!) because I knew her fees would be higher than the amount the home appreciated and cash conservation was paramount. When I tried to explain to her why I did what I did, she turned from Dr. Jeckell into Mr. Hyde – she totally morphed into super bitch. This move to a new city was going to be incredibly difficult for me emotionally in the best circumstances, but she yelled at me so much, I was in tears. That was 12 years ago and we have managed to smooth things over, but our friendship has never been the same. And I will never recommend her to anybody or give her any referrals.
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Some realtors are better than others. Too bad money came between you and your friend. A professional and caring person would have understood why you had to go with someone else.
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PTSD can be experienced by anyone who has had a traumatic experience in the past. Military personnel are not the only ones who have PTSD. There are mornings I wake up with real dread in my stomach all from the “waking nightmare” of taking care of those who I love who I see gradually declining, due to age and to illness. I literally have to talk myself into moving out of fear and into CALM. You have my empathies, believe me!! Good luck this afternoon. I have every intention of going to my fav park with my camera to enjoy this beautiful day. I will do my best to avoid peeps as much as possible unless of course they radiate stars and hearts and LOVE. I am also keeping fingers crossed that somehow you can get your camera repaired so we can go shooting tougher. (smile)
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Thanks, Amy. Until I had that nightmare last night, I thought I had gotten over my year with The Boss From Hell. Guess not.
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May you feel better all the way around. Have a good weekend, CM.
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Thanks, Mark. I did sleep most of the afternoon (without dreams of any kind), and I am feeling better.
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Any infusion that bring on sleep is a good one!
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That’s my theory. That’s why I decided to continue to let them give me Benadryl along with the Remicade, even though I drive myself to the appointments. I usually sleep off the Benadryl before I have to drive back home, and it’s not a long drive anyway.
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I’m retired, but still have PTSD from all of my previous jobs. Sometimes I wake up in a sweat because I couldn’t scrub all the shit from a toilet. Or my push broom keeps adding dirt to a floor, rather than sweeping it away. Or the post office has mail coming out the windows, and I can’t find the keys to my mail truck. Jobs cause PTSD and are bad for people. And I just heard that unemployment is at its lowest level in 49 years, and Trump is taking credit. Figures. I knew that man was totally evil.
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PTSD may be more common among the working class than previously thought. I think most people either ignore it or are too embarrassed to talk about it.
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