Thursday, May 19, 2011

All In A Days Work III

It's Thursday and as most of our readers know we have Thursday nights with Fabulous People* and The Pup - our one night of social activity with actual "fleshies"; tonight, when they arrive, we are ordering pizza and we had been pretty excited about pizza all day...until we got a "talking to" that is.

We won't be writing much tonight. We just need to document this day.

We've been told by one of the other employees here at work that we may be getting written up. Basically the entire situation, the reason for the write-up, is for the way we said a single sentence to a man that volunteers at our workplace. The sentence in question was simply "I am trying to work" said as he was, apparently, removing something from our office.

We don't recall this day. So to add our side of the story to our employee file is nearly impossible, all we know is what this volunteer person said, and that he claimed it made him feel like a worthless piece of shit. One single sentence.

If only we truly had the power to convey that sort of message in such an innocuous sentence simply by the tone of our voice. W
e can only assume it had to do with "tone of voice", which is something we get talked to about at least once, if not twice, a month. We've had customer complaints based on the way we said "next". 

We don't understand this, but maybe it's because we've never been the type to complain about customer service because if someone is rude to us we walk away, bitch to ourself about it, and then fucking move on with our god damn life.

While one of us tends to take things personally, generally we do not. We understand that it's not always about "us" - the way people act. Sometimes people have shit going on in their life and it gets accidentally misdirected. It's not always a reason to put someone's job in jeopardy.

Of course it would be a different story if we had said something rude, or addressed him by name and said "[Volunteer], I am trying to work"; because t
he thing is, we may have been talking to one of us. This sentence is one we say to us on a fairly regular basis. We talk to ourselves in our office all the time.

There are other things about the volunteer that indicate there were other reasons for his three week absence from the establishment in which we work, and that this excuse he had given was just a cop-out for the real reason, which was he wasn't able to afford bus tickets; something he had told other people, just not the ones in charge. So, our so far clean employee file will become tarnished...all because some guy didn't like the way we said a sentence to him.

So that was our day. It's nice how once a week we are in fear for our job. Yeah. No. It's so not nice. Also not fun is when we cry at work, you know, which to us seems like all the fucking time these last few months. At least we have the good sense to do it at our desk, in our office, where there is privacy...until a couple of weeks from now when they make us move to
The Room...

Anyway, this is all we have for you tonight. We haven't been so great in the last day and a half. If you really want to know how we are, and we mean
really, then ask; just know in the last 24 hours or so we are really not doing well, and Melody (for new readers: she is one of our alters) is gone; we really miss he ability to numb, and vacate, the rest of us.

We get messages from people who read our blog, mentioning the sheer volume of content here, and that they are trying to read it all. To those of you that are behind, this is good time to catch up; we will be working on the next installment of our history, what we were supposed to be doing this last week, over the next couple of days.

We write all sorts of stuff; about work, about our past, about relationships, about our interests, about our life with Dissociative Identity Disorder/Multiple Personality Disorder...just scroll down to where we have a big list of the things we recommend you read, our archives...if you're into that kind of thing.

We wish you all a lovely afternoon, evening, and/or morning.

*Until recently we never mentioned we actually work with Fabulous People because it was a measure of protection for ours, and Fuck Faces, identity. Seeing as how his identity no longer needs to be as protected, neither does ours. Fabulous People generally come as a pair, they are a mother and daughter; they are Fabulous beyond reason. We owe them our lives <3

For the month of May, Mental Health Awareness Month, we will be posting this at he bottom of each of our entries, to help provide additional information about us, and about Dissociative Identiry Disorder/Multiple Personality Disorder.

10 Things You Should Know About US That MIGHT Surprise YOU:
  1. We used to be a Baptist missionary (yeah, can you fucking believe that shit?!) [we are NOT religious]
  2. We were once married (didn’t last long) [one of our stories talks about him]
  3. We have had nearly 30 physical addresses in 30 years, mostly as an adult (nothing could contain us in the early days) [we actually own a house, but choose not to live in it]
  4. We’ve lived in 2 countries: 1 province and 6-7 different states (running much)
  5. We have lost 120 pounds since the age of 24 (100 of it when we were 24) [and it's close to 140 pounds now)
  6. We have a full time job (well, now it's 32 hours a week - but they actually let us work around the other humans!) [it get's harder everyday, and this is the longest we've ever had a single job since we were 17. We've been there almost a year]
  7. We deal with social anxiety type symptoms every day (and these days we choose not to leave home much, but for going to work) [there are about three people we feel comfortable with being in public with and sometimes we have to be out there alone]
  8. We have multiple “mental illness” diagnoses (doesn't everybody?) [p.s. all misdiagnosed]
  9. We have two beautiful cats, who piss us off every day (but they are special, because they put up with us) [though one of us hates them beyond belief]
  10. We have struggled to survive, over and over, defeating the odds thrown against us (read our stories) [seriously, how are we not dead yet?]

We've copied the stories written here that are specifically about our past (mostly abuse) and moved them to our other blog, called:

Addressing The Issue of Frank: The Origins, History and Life Story of Frank, from "Just Call Me Frank: One Womans Endeavour At Being Frank"  
(this blog also contains our artwork/photography - the following links will take you to that blog)
·                     1. Addressing The Issue of Frank: Part 1
·                     2. The Emergence of Frank: The Beginning
·                     3.The Emergence of Frank: The Second Coming
·                     4. The Emergence of Frank: Three Times A Rescuer
·                     5. The Emergence of Frank: Frank's Failure
·                     6. We Go To University & We Take A Lover (links to our other blog)
·                     7. Collision: The Other Girls Terrible Car Accident - Franks Coma
Some of our writing on this blog we like to promote, these are those entries since mid-January 2011. There are bits of writing in this blog that we do not actually promote due to embarrassment over things that some have written - they are here for our own tracking - they are angry, mean, scary things. If you feel like it you can find them on your own. Here are the highlights of what we have written so far this year:
The Mental Health Entries:
Dissociative Identity Disorder/Multiple Personality Disorder
Humour/Random Fun:
If you have any questions for us we are very open and will answer to our best ability - this is totally the month to ask us questions. You can either ask us on Twitter, in the comment section of a blog entry here, or e-mail us at justcallmefrank2010 (at)

Resources for You - facts, figures and personal stories of other people can be found on these sites:
National Institute of Mental Health:
American Psychological Association:
Canadian Mental Health Association:
Mental Health Europe:
World Psychiatric Association:

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