I decided on Monday to take yesterday as a mental health day, and I sent my supervisor an email saying one of Hubby's medical appointments got rescheduled at the last minute--which has happened. Supervisor misread the email as me just having to pick Hubby up and missed the part where someone has to be there through the procedure, just in case--which also happens. So he's all pissy and "this could have been handled better" and "you shouldn't have to take an entire day off just to pick up your husband." I did not say "OK, I lied, I'm really just sick of you and wanted a day off", nor did I say "Some supervisors, when talking to a woman with a husband with known serious health issues, would say 'Oh, I hope it all goes OK.'" Pissant.
Oddly, when I came in this morning, there is a vase of daffodils on my desk. They're very gorgeous but I"m quite confused. No card, no emails explaining this, just some flowers. So they've become quite ominous, gorgeous flowers. There's no one here that I thought I was close enough to who would give me flowers, and if it was something all the women got there'd be an announcement.