#10 THE PMDD CHRONICLES - THE ONE WITH THE FIB

On the drive home, my tears seem to have dried up, their salty film, still streaking my face. When I get home, I tell Jose about my seaside dream and...

#9 THE PMDD CHRONICLES - THE ONE WITH THE MEETI...

Obsessed with the up-cycling process, I soon begin skipping lunch at work to go thrifting instead, to find more things to paint. The obsession intensifies. The more I painted; the...

#8 THE PMDD CHRONICLES - THE ONE WITH THE COPIN...

  3 years later As I’m leaving work today, I’m feeling particularly bitchy. The buzz of the machines are deafening today. I can’t seem to get their silent screams out...

# 7 THE PMDD CHRONICLES - THE ONE WITH THE STUP...

Weeks later, standing at the copy machine at my new job, I type my commands onto the screen of our copying machine. Nothing happens. It’s as if the screen isn’t...

# 6 THE PMDD CHRONICLES - THE ONE WITH THE FRIE...

Next thing I know, Jose and I are spending an hour and a half on the phone. He sends my flowers the next day and I do my best to...

# 5 THE PMDD CHRONICLES - THE ONE WITH THE CRY ...

 A couple of years go by, The job becomes mundane, and I begin to grow restless.Slowly but surely, my boredom begins to drive me insane.  Surely there is a way...