Well, today was almost a disaster. The chef came in and started with a stupid comment trying to undermine my work. I let that go and the morning went all right. I left for the Dr's office. I told him how I was feeling. He gave me a few Ativan, not sure what they really do. He also put me back on the Effexor, even tho I'm leary of the withdrawels of it. He set me up with a social worker to talk to. That's good. Somebody profesional that has ties and knows things. I'm looking foreward to that. Might be what I need. At least I can be honest about everything. When I came back to work, the chef came and said something about the size of portions. We know our job, but he does the same anyway. Always in front of a customer. Anyway, we got into it. He told me to take a pill. That did it. I started swearing at him. He went into the kitchen and kept mouthing off. I got right in his face. He was scared. I came so close to clocking him. It wasn't to good, but I had it. We had to go to the office and talk with the manager because customers complained to her that we were swearing. I don't care. He been abusive with everyone. It was worth it to see him sweat. He really thought he was going to get it. Anyway we still have to sit and talk tomorow. I'm going to just take it easy tonight and go to bed early. I'm just worn out, and need some sleep. Good night.