Sooo... that was a debbie downer of a post yesterday. What the heck is wrong with me? I think I just let the anxiety get the best of me... and it actually got worse after I wrote that post.
I tried to get a bunch of stuff done before work at noon yesterday... ran across town 3 different times (like a chicken with my head cut off!) and just as I was settling in to get to work - I ran my car into a curb in my neighborhood. HARD.
I jacked up the 3rd wheel on my car (yes, I've done this 3 times before but the past 2 were on hard snowbanks instead of curbs) and this time I believe I may have thrown my car out of alignment, since it won't run straight anymore. And now 3 of my wheels are sporting these hideous plastic wheel-cover things (that you can take off but then your car looks like a jalopy) that are cracked and smashed.
(I looked into having them replaced a year or two ago but they were $75 each. And now online they are $25 each. I'll think about it, wouldn't I rather spend $75 on makeup?)
After that little incident, I was hysterical. Just a hot mess. Could ONE. MORE. THING. go wrong? Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.
Let's just say work was an exercise in NOT banging my head against a wall. Repeatedly. Until I passed out.
I got off work, ran to quickly say goodnight to Mr. RH, and on the way home, on a road I take daily - I was a hair away from running a red light. Right into a huge black truck that was most definitely speeding. Slammed on the brakes, backed up my car, and hyperventilated the whole way home.
Got home, 9 pm, ate 4 bites of my now-cold dinner (Chipoltle, not my favorite but then again I have no fridge at work so I'm stuck eating fast food or something non-perishable. Blech.) Was in bed by 10 pm tweeting all "woe-is-me" style.
Slept for 4 hours and then was wide awake, worrying about work and Mr. RH. Just because I can.
Took 2 sleeping pills at 3 am which gave me approximately 2 more hours of sleep, after 2 hours of tweeting and ceiling-staring.
Deep breaths, lovlies. It's a new day. Despite the fact that I got a pile of crap handed to me at work (nobody's fault, just normal retail-at-Christmas-type stuff), today is a new day. Most of the rest of my Christmas gifts will arrive today. I will bake. I will go into work after I finish this post and get caught up on paperwork... then come home and relax until my 4p-midnight shift.
(Ok, can I complain about that shift a little bit? Anytime I have to work past my preferred bedtime of 10:30 pm, it's not gonna be a good night. Whatever.)
Deep, festive breaths. I got this.
Eight days till Christmas!
10 months ago
3 Classy Comments:
I'm so sorry you had such a rough day/night my friend! I'm sending a big fat hug your way today!
Hang in there -- retail at Christmas can absolutely test the boundaries of your patience and sanity! I survived six seasons and actually think of it all fondly now (crazy, right?). You absolutely have this!
Sorry you're feeling so overwhelmed right now. Whenever I'm feeling that, I always remind myself to take things one day at a time. Or even an hour at a time.
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