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!
I know what you mean. But if he's telling you not to die, that's probably a good thing.
ReplyDeleteHope the job goes swimmingly.