Work stuff and being on the outside
There's nothing like perspective. This week was Get Out The Release week, which, as always, led to wailing and gnashing of teeth and tearing of hair. Except from me. I got annoyed and ended up working some OT to help someone who was cleaning up someone ELSE's mess, but upset? Nope. Work cannot upset me anymore.
My supervisor also didn't care about it because her husband has just been diagnosed with kidney cancer that has metatasized. I feel so badly for her I don't know what to do. I've offered to loan her Mom's wheelchair, and she has family coming in, so that's something.
I know the pain, the anguish paired with the almost unbearable monotony of waiting and examining rooms, the stomach-clenching dread of driving to the appointment wondering what you'll hear, all the time trying to be cheerful or at least calm for the person who's actually sick.
You want to do something, but there's really nothing except be there and let her rage and cry and try to listen, the way you guys did for me and I so appreciate.
My supervisor also didn't care about it because her husband has just been diagnosed with kidney cancer that has metatasized. I feel so badly for her I don't know what to do. I've offered to loan her Mom's wheelchair, and she has family coming in, so that's something.
I know the pain, the anguish paired with the almost unbearable monotony of waiting and examining rooms, the stomach-clenching dread of driving to the appointment wondering what you'll hear, all the time trying to be cheerful or at least calm for the person who's actually sick.
You want to do something, but there's really nothing except be there and let her rage and cry and try to listen, the way you guys did for me and I so appreciate.