Give Me Strength

May 25, 2007 01:44

When I wrote that letter this morning, I was so tired. I was crying like crazy. Grandma heard me and came in to hold me while I cried, me just saying "it's just one of those days".

I went into work with my eyes all puffy. I'd been awake since 2am, and worked at 645. I told the Shift to pray for me. When asked why, I just said I needed strength. She went back out on the floor and I paced the back room telling myself that I was going to be fine and I could beat this; I could be strong. I cried for a little bit anyway before my shift started. But only one customer knew about it during the day because he had seen me come in. One of our regulars, Rich. Grande Mocha Frap.

I saw my seventh grade science teacher, who happens to now be a pastor's wife, and my break came at such a time where I could sit down with her, her husband, and the guy that just flew in from New York to take over the college section of the church youth program. So I got to get to know him a little bit.

Other than that, it was a pretty busy day, and I came home and slept until about 4:30pm when Adam called, and I was thrilled that his voice was the first thing I heard upon waking. Very pleasant 12-minute conversation, and then I watched TV and sat around the rest of the night. I felt much better after sleeping.

That was my day, and I work at like...4-something tomorrow.

Later!

~Megan

stress, work, love, adam

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