Monday, May 12, 2008

Working 9 to 5

Today was my first day at work.

It went very well except for:

**The panic attack I had on the drive in. I had to pull over to the side of the road and do some deep breathing while muttering into my cell that I was going to die and listening to the husband tell me, no, you're not. If I didn't have such a visceral reaction to him telling me what to do, it would be much more soothing much more quickly.

**The cold sore I got midway through the day. Stress. It's delightful.

Time for bed. I had a kind of crappy day yesterday - just the usual doing something I didn't want to do and then berating myself for not sticking up for myself. I can be such a pushover. The crapiness kind of drained me, and the long commute today did, too. I need to rest.

Good night!

1 comment:

  1. I know what you mean. But if he's telling you not to die, that's probably a good thing.

    Hope the job goes swimmingly.


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