Well, I'm back at work with Mom again. I was discussing with her that her co-worker, Cathleen, is never consistent in regards to how she feels about things. One day, she'll complain about something that she was okay with the day before or will be okay with the next day.
So I asked my Mom, "Do they have a diagnosis for that in the DSM?"
She said, "She's just nuts."
So I said, "Ya, but what is her Axis I?"
She said, "There's a whole chapter called 'fucking crazy', now put that in your damn blog!"
Whoa! We got a little case of the crazies today, eh?
Tomorrow I get to work with Cathleen; Mom will be taking a personal day to get those hormones in check! Maybe I'll get to witness Cath with her head between her ankles, polishing her toenails- that's gotta be a plus.
By the way, in reference to yesterday's post, my Mom had books in her bag that she bought from a bookstore while waiting to see Norma. It was Tess who stole the soaps from the hotel and had them in her vehicle, waiting to cross state lines with sample-sized bottles of Pantene. Thankfully she made it home safely.
Tess should have brought them into the bookstore where they met Norma, because apparently there was a morbidly obese woman that reeked so bad, Mom about lost her breakfast. She had the pleasure of standing behind the woman while waiting in line. Now, it doesn't matter whether you're a big girl, small girl, no arms/no legs girl...there is just no excuse for the odor. Soap and water does the trick every time, people. When Mom told Tess that she was afraid of vomiting on the woman, they decided it might actually be an improvement to be covered in acidy vomit. It might have covered up the stench. I don't know, but thankfully Mom didn't throw up on Norma and she can't wait for the next one. Can't wait to see what adventures she'll share.
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