Terrible, Horrible, No Good, and Very Bad
On Monday I revived someone who OD'd in our bathroom at work.
On Tuesday I told an employee who I really like and admire that she wasn't making the grade despite her concerted efforts.
On Wednesday I took Sassy to the dentist who informed us that whether she chooses braces or not - she will need 2-4 teeth pulled. A double row is apparently only allowed on sharks.
On Thursday I fired the employee who wasn't making the mark on Tuesday. The one I like and admire. The one who has tried harder than any other person I have ever met. The person whose family lives on the brink. The person who ought to have had a more likely entry as a client, but defied the odds and became an employee. The person who... couldn't do the job despite all that.
On Friday I lost the thumb drive with all the coursework for the class I am taking at PSU - the coursework I need this weekend to be able to do the project due in two weeks. Oh - and accidentally spent $50 on dinner for me and the twins to boot. But fortunately missed the OD in the bathroom - though my staff revived her.
I wonder if these things have anything to do with the panic attack I can feel trying to present itself; the panic attack that I know would leave me gasping for breath and feeling trapped and suffocating? The panic attack I refuse to allow through the tightly clamped closure of my esophagus lest it take me down that path I have tread only once before and swore to never tread again?
Some days - and even weeks - feel very, very lonely.
On Tuesday I told an employee who I really like and admire that she wasn't making the grade despite her concerted efforts.
On Wednesday I took Sassy to the dentist who informed us that whether she chooses braces or not - she will need 2-4 teeth pulled. A double row is apparently only allowed on sharks.
On Thursday I fired the employee who wasn't making the mark on Tuesday. The one I like and admire. The one who has tried harder than any other person I have ever met. The person whose family lives on the brink. The person who ought to have had a more likely entry as a client, but defied the odds and became an employee. The person who... couldn't do the job despite all that.
On Friday I lost the thumb drive with all the coursework for the class I am taking at PSU - the coursework I need this weekend to be able to do the project due in two weeks. Oh - and accidentally spent $50 on dinner for me and the twins to boot. But fortunately missed the OD in the bathroom - though my staff revived her.
I wonder if these things have anything to do with the panic attack I can feel trying to present itself; the panic attack that I know would leave me gasping for breath and feeling trapped and suffocating? The panic attack I refuse to allow through the tightly clamped closure of my esophagus lest it take me down that path I have tread only once before and swore to never tread again?
Some days - and even weeks - feel very, very lonely.