You know those animated commercials with that weird, bean-shaped creature that hops along in its cartoon world, and gets the little storm-cloud over it which symbolizes depression? The commercials for the antidepressant Zoloft?

Well, my friends, I seem to be that little bean-shaped creature, because today the doctor put me on that medication.

I'm kinda worried because my friend just told me that he took it last year and he hated it, because it made him "a different person." But it's different for everyone, I'm told, so maybe it'll help. I dunno.

I almost started laughing when she told me it was Zoloft, because I immediately pictured the sad little creature from the commercials, but then I decided that she didn't need to think I was any more insane than she already thought I was. I'd been crying the whole time I was in her office because the idea of needing medication just kind of freaks me out.

I'm doing two posts today to make up for yesterday, cause I had to work yesterday. I work at Shake's Frozen Custard, which is an ice cream place.
Frozen custard, technically, but it's pretty much like ice cream except it has less added emulsifiers,and ...something else that I was supposed to memorize from the employee handbook.

So, yesterday, we had a surprise inspection! All the managers were really freaking out, because we had "Ray from headquarters" coming to check up on our store, and make sure we do everything right. I think "Ray from headquarters" might be his legal name, because that's the only thing they call him.

So he showed up, and they were leading him through the store demonstrating our prowess among Shake's franchises. As is often done, the inspector decided to ask me a question.

"How would you make a single-scoop vanilla cone?"

"Well... you would get a cone, and fill it with a filler scoop..." I looked to the managers for help. They nodded encouragingly.

"Then you would... use a round green scoop, and a flat green scoop on top?"

That's how I was taught, but I knew I'd said something wrong, because Ray from headquarters made a sad face and shook his head in disappointment. Behind him, the manager made a painful-looking, forced grin and
mouthed "Shit." He conferred with Ray from headquarters, then the two of them moved back toward the office, muttering darkly. I made a helpless face at the other manager, but she just mouthed "shit" too and followed them into the office.

Throughout all of this I wanted to laugh *so so so* badly, because these people take everything so seriously. I guess if you run a business, that kinda stuff is important, but it seemed so laughably lame.

So that's all for the topics of zoloft and screwing up at work.

love to all
*emily*