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Las luces rojas significa que estás dejando, las blancas significan regresar. in Cold comfort of the in between.

  • March 11, 2016, 4:49 p.m.
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I cracked at work yesterday. Ran to my psychiatrist’s office to get a leave of absence note. It’s only until March 20th, but that’s something. I have some paid time off, not much but some. I need some time away from my boss, who is meaner by the day. I need some time to get some things done to settle my mind.

My first thoughts were to take this time to find another job. But my co-worker called, and reminded me what keeps me there in the first place; My team at work. We all watch each other’s back, and that’s rare. If we are leaving next June, I need to keep my current job as long as possible. And that’s that. I need to stop thinking about leaving, and figure out how to keep weathering the storm.

I’m going to work on the apartment while I’m off work. I’m going to spend time with Daughter, and help Husband be well enough to get himself to work. It’s only nine days, but I can do a lot in that amount of time.

I’m really good at writing lists, but not following through. Well, I’m going to write this one with hope that I will accomplish a lot, and if I don’t I will not punish myself this time. That’s how I get into these messes in the first place.


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