Well, yeah, high-stress situation, feeling bad because it didn't go the way you wanted it to, then, instead of support, an additional attack? You'll probably have to let it go a few more times before it's really gone.
Wow, that did not come out as supportive as I meant it to. My point was your feelings are completely understandable, not that you need permission to feel your feelings, but in case you're feeling like you're being too emotional or whatever, it seems like a perfectly reasonable response to me.
Anyway, I hope you're able to permanently evict him from your head very soon.
((( Erin O )))
All things will pass, so too will this. And that which doesn't kill ya, makes ya stronger. So, when this becomes a memory, and the scab is healed, use it. learn from it. move on. And maybe, go for the promotion during the winter months next time. Either way. We all think you rock!
There's an AV, not an AB.
Okay, I can tell I was worried last night because I was even wondering how and AB would help with a virus, but I guess my brain didn't follow that thought to the end. I think the side effects are more serious AND Sammy is still 8 months old. I guess, having thought about it ALL night, I'd rather he have chicken pox.
Erin, so sorry your coach was so...not a coach. Sounds like he was really not good a what he was doing because there really isn't a place for snide comments in coaching. Even if you made mistakes, you were supposed to be learning; he wasn't.
Poor, Sammy! I hope he is feeling better soon.
{{{Erin}}} That sounds like an awful experience. I'm sorry.
~ma to all the other sick Bitches. I'm feeling better today, except I have zero energy.
A very Bitches t-shirt: link.
Tea:
A friend posted about her anniversary on facebook today, which reminded me that mine is next month. So, I ordered a nice bottle of Scotch from the liquor store for TCG. It's from the distillery we visited last year. They don't carry it, but they claim it is orderable, another liquor store said it wasn't, so I hope they are right.
I hate that everyone is sick! It's that season, I guess. Blecch.
Chalk me up as also stressed and busy and sick, though my digestive system seems to finally be getting back to normal. Also, spending nights with D cuts down on my posting time.
Speaking of, had another insecurity freakout after he left this morning. I think I need to touch base with him about a couple of things, which I may not get to do until Saturday, if then! It's probably all fine. We just don't quite speak each others' languages yet, I think, and I don't mean Russian v. English.
Crappy morning. Frankie had an accident overnight, and instead of peeing on any one of the FOUR puppy pads out, peed on my goddamn yoga mat. Left late for work, got ten minutes away, realized I didn't have my knife or wallet. Went back for them, got to work half an hour late, realized I had also left my cooler with my water and lunch. That + freakout = shitty morning. But I powered through, thanks to my pissed off chick music, and am home eating my lunch. Had to come back over this way anyway to go by the hardware store.
Having a v. hard time getting my ass up and back to work. C'mon, girl. Let's go.
Oh look. A panic attack. Awesome. May be muscle tension induced, going to try a quick stretch.
((( Smonster ))) Not sure what else to say.
