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We're doing better now.
By the time I'd left work I was shaking, kissing the razor edge of tears, and still having the dizzy spells. My favoritest type of dizzy spells ever , where a swarm of bees infest my head with buzzing and the whole world goes wonky. My whole body felt like it was vibrating due to the amount of pain coursing through it.
With all the stress at work due to one person not being where they were supposed to be when they said they would be, the rest of us in the department having to make up the work, and the fallout from worker "A" being a total bitch to everybody I kinda crumbled from the inside out. I really suck at dealing with stress. I always want to be the strong one that takes over and fixes everything. It's just damned difficult to do so when my empathy is running rampant in an office of women who have little clue as to how to be considerate of somebody and not be a complete ass about it. Really, it's great that you're being considerate to others, but not when you are reminding them of it at every turn.
At any rate, I've now had food, a bit of a rest, some quiet time to parse stuff, and alcohol to dampen the pain. I dumped the last of the Crown Royal (somewhere between 1/4 and 1/2 of a shot glass worth) in the Route 44 vanilla Dr. Pepper and I'm still nursing it three hours after dinner. So, it's not like I'm getting drunk off my ass. My dear
lackland gave me a massage to further aid in the pain removal.
I'm now heading to bed with the last of my drink to continue the tails of our favorite dark elf and will hopefully be comatose shortly.
By the time I'd left work I was shaking, kissing the razor edge of tears, and still having the dizzy spells. My favoritest type of dizzy spells ever , where a swarm of bees infest my head with buzzing and the whole world goes wonky. My whole body felt like it was vibrating due to the amount of pain coursing through it.
With all the stress at work due to one person not being where they were supposed to be when they said they would be, the rest of us in the department having to make up the work, and the fallout from worker "A" being a total bitch to everybody I kinda crumbled from the inside out. I really suck at dealing with stress. I always want to be the strong one that takes over and fixes everything. It's just damned difficult to do so when my empathy is running rampant in an office of women who have little clue as to how to be considerate of somebody and not be a complete ass about it. Really, it's great that you're being considerate to others, but not when you are reminding them of it at every turn.
At any rate, I've now had food, a bit of a rest, some quiet time to parse stuff, and alcohol to dampen the pain. I dumped the last of the Crown Royal (somewhere between 1/4 and 1/2 of a shot glass worth) in the Route 44 vanilla Dr. Pepper and I'm still nursing it three hours after dinner. So, it's not like I'm getting drunk off my ass. My dear
lackland gave me a massage to further aid in the pain removal.
I'm now heading to bed with the last of my drink to continue the tails of our favorite dark elf and will hopefully be comatose shortly.