Yesterday a lady from Employee Relations (a branch of HR) made me cry. Not teary-eyed sniffles, sobbing so hard I dripped snot on my keyboard... at work... surrounded by men. It was not a good day. All I asked was why I was being treated so poorly for a) needing to be on a "mind altering" medication and b) not wanting to have to submit paperwork twice. I followed the rules and it did me no good. I just wanted to know why. Instead I got a rather fanatical lecture that used the word "rules" more times in one breath than I normally hear in a month. It was so vehement I really had no idea how to respond. Indeed I was literally speechless. It took me several minutes and a lot of deep breathing to even manage to politely hang up. Why I couldn't rudely hang up, I don't know. My friends want me to file a complaint. I agree that the lady needs some lessons in human relations, but I don't think I'm the one to give them to her. I'm feeling rather... shattered. Maybe it's a combination of things, not the least of which my man being gone. I could use one of his hugs right about now. Pepper kept me company last night. She's a lot better at "sleeping" with me than the first time I tried. It's still not terribly restful, but it was cosy. Maybe the kitty will keep me company tonight, if she's not still sulking about me letting Pepper in her domain.
My man is gone for another 10 days still. My bank account is at an all-time low. I most likely have a "positive" drug test result in my file at work. And my Mommy is over 2,000 miles away. How did I get so far from my comfort zone?
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