Blessing in Disguise

  
Don’t you hate that expression? ‘Blessing in disguise’…it’s such a fuck you to justified misery. 

I’m doing better today, thanks for asking. Actually, my friend C did go out of her way to ask how I was doing, as did K, E, and a smattering of family and good friends. 

I went to my parents’ house after work yesterday, and we had coffee and talked about the HORRIFIC night last night (Saturday), wherein I had the worst night of work of my life, and seriously considered leaving and not going back. If not for my dear coworker,  who would’ve been stranded alone with a dozen lunatics, I just may well have done so. But hoes before locos. I stayed, I handled it, I survived. I emailed my boss three times, once specifically to explain that there would probably be a lot of tension in the facility the morning after, because I enforced rules that were flagrantly disregarded. 
I really can’t go into more detail without getting myself in ethical and employmental murky waters, so…I won’t. It was an awful night and very stressful and I hope it never happens again. I will handle it like a stone cold goddess if it does, but I hope not to have to. Really. 

But!!!! I drove home in the morning, I drove safely, I had my coffee with the parents, I went home and let my dogs out to pee, I fed them, I went downstairs to the bedroom and I set my alarm, and when I got 5 emails about work….I ignored them. Can you believe that? Instead, I took my meds and went to sleep. 

I woke up at 1:00pm panicking about work, and had to take a sedative to sleep long enough to be healthy because I was literally shaking from the stress, but I IGNORED MY PHONE, loyal reader! Aren’t you super proud? 

Now check out my cute dogs while I brace myself for the week to come.