After three consecutive bad days at work, each one getting progressively worse (mainly because I was still feeling the frustration hangover from the prior days) today is finally a day where I’m not coming home wondering who kicked me in the face and why. I even had time to dig into some of the products I’ve been trying to get more educated on and things made sense, which I love!
I actually thought today was going to be the worst day of all because my string of bad days culminated last night with a dinner with some Very Important People from the Mothership, a dinner that went far too late even though I slipped out before the last round of drinks. The dinner itself went pretty well and I don’t think I did anything too damaging to my career, but I didn’t get enough sleep and knew my joints were going to be hating me today for it. Sure enough, I woke up stiff and aching. But I made it, and I have nothing to do tonight so I plan on sleeping. Like maybe at 7pm. Which sadly still means the max number of hours I could get tonight is nine.
Oh well. I can’t usually sleep that long anyway.
I was actually invited out to drinks this afternoon with another Important Person from the Mothership (but not a VIP) and I think my boss must have seen the panic in my face when he invited me because he quickly told me not to feel bad if I didn’t want to go so I politely bowed out. I probably should have gone but I just can’t do that to myself. I made a decision recently that as terrified as I am of losing my job, my health still has to be my priority because at the end of the day that’s what’s important.
So I plan to watch the rest of the most recent episode of The Secret Life of the American Teenager (because yes I still watch that show and dude, it’s fascinating, don’t judge me) and maybe take a little nap before I go pick up Paul. Is it sad that that sounds way more appealing to me than going out for drinks?
Am I 89 or 29 again? Sometimes I forget.