Well, today was a long day. Went in at 9am even though I was working a mid-shift of 11-730. I wanted to get a few things done which I did. Later in the day, my left ankle started messing up on me. Ow.
I think I just started feeling tired and then started stressing. This week my positive attitude about next Monday has been slowly crumbling. I feel like that as much as I want to have a Ce sera sera attitude about this whole situation, I'm really just fooling myself.
I'm opening tomorrow which means I'll probably be there an hour or two late. Then I go to the parents' for dinner and clothes washing. I also called my sister to have lunch with her on Friday, my day off. I know I can't stay home all day on Friday or else I'll start obsessing. This is why people drink. To stop thinking too much.
I just wish I knew whether or not I was going to get the axe on Monday or not. The waiting, as the sage Tom Petty once said, really is the hardest part.
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