bad brain chemistry day

My drive to work this morning was not a good time for me. I got yelled at a lot yesterday and wasn't really looking forward to more of the same today. I mean, who *does* look forward to that. There's a Big Important Crisis at one of my customers that I feel like I'm being hung out to dry on. The customer is totally capable of figuring it out, but they're not talking amongst themselves, so I'm being ordered by legal teams on both sides to do the work for them. I also got yelled at for something that's not my fault and doesn't even appear wrong to me, but since I represent the company and they think it's broken, they took it out on me and threw me under the bus.

I don't want to be on the same calls today, even as I know it's going to happen. It hurts and there's nothing I can do but put a fake smile on my face, be as helpful as I can, and get as much done as I can without letting anyone see the cracks in my professional facade.

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So I'm trying to walk down the hall like none of this is going on in my head. I pretend like I have a bedlah on, not just a sequined shirt. I open my solar plexus and lift my chin, trusting that the floor is my friend. I stand straight and don't look anyone in the eye, hoping they can't see what's really there. I'll surf the internet for pretty things during the really bad calls. Not cyanide or nuclear missiles, but eye shadow, lip gloss, and perfume. I'll sketch more wing ideas. I'll get through today. It just really sucks right now.

bad brain chemistry day

My drive to work this morning was not a good time for me. I got yelled at a lot yesterday and wasn't really looking forward to more of the same today. I mean, who *does* look forward to that. There's a Big Important Crisis at one of my customers that I feel like I'm being hung out to dry on. The customer is totally capable of figuring it out, but they're not talking amongst themselves, so I'm being ordered by legal teams on both sides to do the work for them. I also got yelled at for something that's not my fault and doesn't even appear wrong to me, but since I represent the company and they think it's broken, they took it out on me and threw me under the bus.

I don't want to be on the same calls today, even as I know it's going to happen. It hurts and there's nothing I can do but put a fake smile on my face, be as helpful as I can, and get as much done as I can without letting anyone see the cracks in my professional facade.

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So I'm trying to walk down the hall like none of this is going on in my head. I pretend like I have a bedlah on, not just a sequined shirt. I open my solar plexus and lift my chin, trusting that the floor is my friend. I stand straight and don't look anyone in the eye, hoping they can't see what's really there. I'll surf the internet for pretty things during the really bad calls. Not cyanide or nuclear missiles, but eye shadow, lip gloss, and perfume. I'll sketch more wing ideas. I'll get through today. It just really sucks right now.
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