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Jul. 3rd, 2003 10:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
morrigan716Well, my new job doesn't suck as bad as I thought it would. It's boring and monotnous, but it pays the bills and it's only temporary. After this assignment, I'm hoping that MyStaf will be able to find me something that compliments my other job better. In fact, when Sukie gets back into town I'm planning on asking her if she minds me working the other job with the weird hours. If she minds, I'm going to go ahead and quit the new one and keep the job with Dr. Desire. The transcription is my number one job in my eyes.
Alexander has been having issues. I think he's depressed, but childhood depression is very difficult to diagnose. But anger and withdrawl is one and he seems to have both of those. He gets mad at the drop of a hat and a few times for no reason he'll just tell me to go away. Depression does run in the family. I have it and I'm afraid it's rubbing off on him. Today I felt sorry for him, so after I got off work I went to Dollar General and decided to surprise him with some little cars I got there. When I gave them to him he started crying and said that he already had some just like them at his Grammy's house. I told him that now he had some he could play with at home and he got mad and threw them across the car. I got upset and yelled at him and told him he should be more grateful since I got them to cheer him up and started crying myself. Then of course he cried more and I ended up making him feel worse instead of my original goal of cheering him up. Later at home when I was crying because my feelings were hurt, he came up and said, "I don't hate you Mama, I love you." It made me feel much better, but I still feel like the world's worst mother.
Alexander has been having issues. I think he's depressed, but childhood depression is very difficult to diagnose. But anger and withdrawl is one and he seems to have both of those. He gets mad at the drop of a hat and a few times for no reason he'll just tell me to go away. Depression does run in the family. I have it and I'm afraid it's rubbing off on him. Today I felt sorry for him, so after I got off work I went to Dollar General and decided to surprise him with some little cars I got there. When I gave them to him he started crying and said that he already had some just like them at his Grammy's house. I told him that now he had some he could play with at home and he got mad and threw them across the car. I got upset and yelled at him and told him he should be more grateful since I got them to cheer him up and started crying myself. Then of course he cried more and I ended up making him feel worse instead of my original goal of cheering him up. Later at home when I was crying because my feelings were hurt, he came up and said, "I don't hate you Mama, I love you." It made me feel much better, but I still feel like the world's worst mother.
