I wish I could blame caffeine

Yesterday I had the joy of attempting to make sales while somewhat manic.  See I have depression with bipolar tendencies, which basically means I get the extreme depression end of things and now and then I get manic.  The mania tends to last between 15 minutes and an hour or so.  Depending on what I'm able to do about it.  When it hits it feels either like being extremely hyper and sitting still is damn near impossible or I feel like I have ants crawling under my skin or I get paranoid and anxious.  It's fun.

Anyways, yesterday.  I was sitting in my cubicle, minding my own business when I noticed that I really wanted to start walking in circles around the office.  I did not but instead continued on with my job of calling people.  And attempting to talk to them.  Eesh.  Ever tried to do anything when you cannot focus?  It went about as well as can be expected, meaning just short of major fail.  

For example, I would pick up the phone and look at the number on the sheet.  And try to dial.  My fingers had their own plans though and began making up phone numbers, area codes and dancing around on the phone.  My eyes kept seeing the number I was supposed to be dialing but my brain kept going "oooo your chair rocks."  Talking to someone was the funniest/worst part.

"Hello, may I please speak to Mr. Joe?  Hi Mr. Joe it's Merida calling from the Theatre and I'd like to thank you for.....um, oh yeah!  Sorry.  Attending our performances in the past.  And I'm also calling to personally, we'd like to personally, I'm personally...ergh.  We'd like to personally share with you highlights of our sensational seasons.  We are starting off with the play, the thrilling and exciting play, A Few Good Men and we have some aaammmmaaazzzing musicals like..."

You get the idea.  Needless to say it was not a successful day sales wise.  In terms of drawing dancing animals and dancing in my chair it was very successful.  My boss says I'm weird all the time so she didn't notice anything strange.  Compliment or not?  I'm not sure yet.

Oh quick note.  My Dad is not embarrassed by my place of work.  Instead, he is apparently worried about me because it is a tough job.  I appreciate your concern Dad but I actually like the challenge.  Still,  I find his concern flattering.  All Dad's should be as awesome.