So remember Mondays are bad, very bad.
D told me I'd tossed and turned in my sleep Sunday night.
And indeed, my subconscious knew.
I had to send him an email asking for something which annoyed him and so we had a bad meeting.
I held it together but then, as you know, afterwards I cried for an hour.
And ran to the loo a couple of times (TMI).
That's when I decided I need some help.
I have an appt with my doctor tomorrow morning but last night after work, in the pouring rain with two kids asking me why I was so late (so my boss will get off my case, babies), we went to buy some Cal.mettes.
Two were taken today.
Today's meeting was okay. I never feel anything but numb even when anything mildly positive is said about my work... but a few positive things were said.
Afterwards ran into a friend. She heard something that, if true, will alleviate some pressure in the short-term for me but make things bad for her - I hope to give you more news within the next week.
Anyway, help. Tomorrow.
I've also been on the phone with a real friend for an hour now. Glorious. We've spoken about work and such and I have some perspective.
How's your week been?