Retail Therapy And A Full Belly in Hello

My boss is mad at me for not following protocol on something Friday morning. Literally took a picture of it and texted me a few hours after my shift. I’ve been on edge lately and I fell apart after that. I’m off the clock, fuck off!. I cut. I’m not proud of that.

Today mom was in a funk and called in. So we made a day out of going to thrift stores, book stores and had a good steak lunch at Longhorn. I’m feeling better but word got out about my stupidity and the second shift super knows. He called me yesterday and texted today to see if I’m Okay. I deleted Peacock’s number as she’s been my go to when I’m upset. I don’t want to drag her down with me so it’s best to let go.

I’m still wicked full (fried pickles, cup of French onion soup, 8 oz steak with baked sweet potato) and am going to nap. My nerves have been shot to hell today and I can’t stop shaking. More rest is in order.