Aug 25, 2009 22:23
This morning I made huge scratches on my car scraping it across a column in the underground parking lot.
I decided to just drive on to work, because what was there to do, honestly? - and then stopped after 15 minutes to call my husband, crying.
I'm so tired and nervous and overwhelmed, i'm just waiting for it all to pass. For every quick decision I'm getting right there are three or four I just screw up.
Important meeting abut job cuts tomorrow. Here we go.
On a lighter note: I love this guy here.