Read Between the Lines

Fri, Nov. 19

... Waiting for life to pass them by

Gotta love being sent home from work early due to emotional instability.

It was just one of those days. Nothing was (is) wrong, but Cranky and Crampy are acting up, and it's Cranky's month to shine.

Just a day, when everything seemed to set me off, and I was on edge, with tears just behind my eyes all morning. And sometimes leaking. Lots of times leaking, actually.

So, since we had enough people working, Becky sent me home early, to get home and go to bed. And she sent me with $15 in my pocket, just so that I could eat something besides Quiznos.

Oy. I dunno. I'm just exhausted. There's so much to do today, and I should be doing it instead of sleeping, but whatever. I'm going to bed and taking a nap. Things always look better after a nap.

I'm just lucky that I work somewhere that people care. Where I can get hugs and "I love you's" and people want to take care of me.

Of course, it always seems that comfort comes from everyone but the person you want it most from. And it's no one's fault; it just serves to exacerbate the problem and make you see it that much more clearly. And, in that state of mind, that almost makes everyone else's comfort not help.

Almost. But it does make a difference.
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posted at 2:38 p.m.

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