Well, today was very tiring.  I was in class half of my day yet I finally became a CSR II which gives me more pay and little clout.  I can pay some of the claims we receive.  But it's something different and I really do like my job.

One of my friends whom I have known for a good six years got mad at me on the phone for asking her to call only a few times a week.  She calls me every single day, which she has done periodically through the years, however I finally got the guts to set boundaries. I'm not very good at it and it gets so irritating that I sometimes don't answer the phone when I know it's her.  She really is a very good person and she is full-blood Italian which makes her lively.  Yet all she lives is her mental illness.  She's bipolar so she has her ups and downs and she lives on disability.  There's nothing wrong with that because mental illnesses are real illnesses and they can be very disabling but that is all she lives, breaths, eats, drinks, and talks about.  I don't want to lose her for a friend and I said it as gently as I could with as much respect as I could muster.  I even thought about it and talked with others about what I should do and how I should do it.  I'm afraid she won't want to be my friend anymore and I truly do value her as my friend.

Now you've heard my woeful story...woe is me.

Ta-ta for now...