So, first the appointment of a manager with no interview or input from anyone else, then this. I'm feeling more like a puppet every day. I think I mentioned my boss's boss being called to an impromptu meeting as our thanksgiving luncheon began last month. Now the guy who called that meeting is having another pot luck (or "covered dish", as it was termed in the email) dinner next week. Was someone jealous because he wasn't invited to ours? I am not cooking again. I peeled 5 damn pounds of potatoes and mashed the fuck out of them last month. They're lucky I cooked for that deal, much less another one. Nope, I'll bring plates or sporks or something.

I have a followup appointment with my dermatologist Friday. He wants to check my progress after starting me on the Spironolactone and Finevin. My face is definitely clearer, though I still have small breakouts. I think there is something to that testosterone/excess oil thing, since it was an allover thing before starting the new meds. Now it's just sporadic. I just hope the meds don't give me cancer of the spleen or something.

Why do I love these things? Half of them make no sense at all.