Yesterday – A Day.

I was supposed to meet my sister for breakfast at 10 am.  She was driving over an hour to meet me for breakfast.

I forgot about it.  Got there an hour an half late, which was beyond rude and inconveniencing.  I called my boss to tell her I would now be late for work, by necessity.

I also found out that my my 2nd teammate was found unresponsive that morning.  She’s the one on drugs.  They rushed her to the ER and she was brought around but they kept her.

I’m HOPING they convince her to go into rehab.  She’s so nice and when she’s not on the drugs, very smart.

I’ve been so worried about her losing her job, I didn’t give much thought to her overdosing.

The thing is – the drugs are prescribed by a doctor.  I want to go over and bitch slap this quack.

Since, the first teammate was having surgery yesterday and the back up person was off because her daughter had a baby in wee hours of the morning, it was just me doing all of it.  Thank goodness it’s nice and slow.  I got most of it done.

I like feeling necessary.  And yesterday I felt very necessary.  So the stress of it sort of rolled off my shoulders, despite it obviously not being one of my most focused days – ie  breakfast disaster.

 

 

4 thoughts on “Yesterday – A Day.

  1. At least you own your lateness and you are cognizant of inconveniencing another person. I really hate it when people are all, “oh, traffic,” or “no one is ever on time,” etc.

    But maybe perpetual lateness is more of an LA thing.

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    1. I was beyond late. They were done eating and away from the table when I arrived. They just sat back down with me to let me eat. I felt so terrible – I didn’t want them to feel like they weren’t important. And that’s what that lateness can feel like.

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