Tuesday, February 7, 2012
So you had a bad day...
I had the baddest of bad days. It was to the point that I was shaking, trembling and on the verge of crying, followed by bouts of anxiety attacks. Obviously it was about work. It was so bad that I was tempted to walk out but mortgage, upcoming trip and my hubby popped into my head. I went to the bathroom, locked myself in the stall and cried. Yes, call me a wimp, call me weak but I think I just had a moment where I was sure, I had had the last straw. I somehow made it through the day because my new colleague, who sat outside the washroom stall and just talked me through it. She's a darling and even though I have only known her for three months, today she was my savior, my rock.
I usually don't want to write about work on my blog (because who knows who is reading it) but tonight, I am going to throw myself a huge pity party (at the dear Elisse's suggestion) and then move on because tomorrow is another day, right?