2005-11-04 
 

shitty tuesday

Yes, I know it's Friday, but it's been a rough week, okay?

Let me start by saying Tuesday is already my least favorite day of the week. True, Mondays can be rough, but generally you've geared yourself up to face them. Tuesdays, so far from the respite of next weekend, sneak up and sucker punch you when you least expect it.

The day started out with a canker sore on my tongue the size of Rhode Island. Now, I'm old enough and smart enough to know that the best way to get rid of it quickly is to keep the teeth clean and LEAVE IT ALONE. Unfortunately, my tongue has a mind of it's own and often sneaks over to visit the bicuspids before I have a chance to intervene.

So, I'm suffering through the day wishing that I could just sip on a martini. (which is one of the best ways to keep Mr. Tongue occupied in these situations.) Then I'm forced to endure the worst day of work I've had in my current company. It's been over 6 years now, so that's pretty bad. In fact, I have to say it's one of the worst days I've had since the two years of hell that were Junior High.

I can't go into specifics, but it involved someone telling me I was doing a bad job and forced me into a situation where I had to step into the middle of a firing range where everyone was shooting at everyone else. I hate being misunderstood, and I really dislike conflict. I'm the sort of person who still wonders why we can't all just get along. In fact, the older I get, the more cranky I get about it.

I came home after this very bad day and things got better, G gave me a big hug and handed me a glass of wine. (almost as good as a martini) I proceeded to get stunningly drunk. Not the healthiest response perhaps, but it worked for me in that particular moment.

Went into work on Wednesday and confronted several of the parties involved. Apologies came forth, as did praise for my calm demeanor during a trying situation. I was also reassured that my work was, as always, consistently above and beyond what was expected. The week continued to be trying and my dental appointment yesterday left me feeling as if the doctor had punched me in the jaw, but it's the weekend and somehow that makes everything feel that all may yet be very well.

I'm always amazed with my very human ability to forget the intensity of both emotional and physical pain with the passage of time. (Though emotional pain does tend to linger in little forgotten pools that I'll step into by mistake now and again.)

Labels: dose of mikey, sharketing

* posted by me at 6:22 PM

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