Expect little from me for at least the next two weeks.
New job has begun. Im on day three tomorrow, and already on panicked stress cry number twenty seven.
It will be okay!
I went to work yesterday to set up my office. I woke up in a good enough mood. I made coffee, I hummed a little song in the shower, I put on a cute new pair of shorts that are all retro 50’s and adorable and make me feel quite stylish. I drove to work, I walked in the door. The secretary snarked at me, one of the teachers walked in, looked at me, and didn’t speak a word as everyone in the office jumped up to ask her how her summer was. I had to be for my key. It took exactly half an hour to go from perky, happy, singing, girl to crying in my office. Seriously, I timed it. I’m supposed to be there today, finishing and every time I consider that I have to do this every day for the next nine months, I feel a bit short of breath. Last night, I dreamed I was suffocating.
Yay. Because without work, I might forget to interact with people who snub and disdain me!
Oh, and before I hijacked you page for a long-winded rant of frantic despair, what I meant to say was “I’m sorry, and I understand.”
Ranty typos abound!
*I had to beg for my key.
*hijacked your page
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