I got a nice sit down this morning when i arrived at the office. Essentially my boss telling me that the project I have been working on for the past several months is perceived as not being 'owned' by me. Fine. I am feeling very rebellious. Kind of like a teenager. Which leads me to Bitter: Bitter that the possibility exists that i might need antidepressants to actually function in the world. Seems my professional life just goes a little haywire when i am without those pharmaceuticals. I am going to wait it out another couple weeks and see what happens. Hopefully the job won't sustain too much injury. And really, what if, what if I simply am not happy with these jobs? Life changes are hard to come by when on those anti-depressants- they make me too complacent- vanilla. Which brings me to happy: Happy to know that I am not so comfortable. Happy to know that the rebel in me still exists.