Holiday Sanity Holding Pattern
Dec. 22nd, 2007 04:26 amSo yesterday, following a meeting that filled me with RAGE, I proceeded to my office, sat down and started to *finally* have a breakdown. I then realized that two of my co-workers (two ladies I am friends with) had followed me in concern and I just stopped. It was strange. The dams were bursting and it was like I hit the pause button, straightened myself out and went on with my day.
So, today, my day off, I was finishing up my Christmas shopping and buying what I thought was my *final* present at Macy's when my bank card was declined. This sometimes happens at Macy's but money is really tight this year (hah! like this year is any different from any other year) and I have been somewhat abstractedly worried about it, but confident that I was in control. So the denial of the card, which again, Macy's sometimes does, sent me into a blind spiraling panic that led to me calling Dawn about dinner while waiting in traffic to get out of the mall.
Me: *sniffle* hey, what time is A. serving dinner?
Dawn: I was just trying to call you to tell you. Hey, are you crying?
Me: *snuffle* Noo-oooooo. *sob* I'm okay *sniffle* Can I come over to your house and you drive me?
So, I cried a bit and checked my balance and restored my sanity and pulled it together. Tonight when I was telling Cappy this story she reminded me that my Last Year Christmas Breakdown involved me crying on HER and she doesn't want a repeat of that. She actually made me SIGN A DOCUMENT that said that I would not cry at or yell at her from 12-22 until 12-26. I removed the part that said I wouldn't yell at her beccause sometimes she does really dumbass things. So now I think I am legally bound to not have my breakdown at Mom's house.
Where the hell can a lady go to get her cry on?
So, this was the post that was gonna be about how to make bourbon balls, but now it is the post of my impending breakdown. Lovely. In much happier news, my boss, sensing the impending breakdown (mostly beccause I told him, "hey, my mental health is in jeopardy") has told me he will do everything I can to get a vacation in January.
Which means I'll be on the road to![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
sockkpuppett !!!!!! I have so much to decide - do I go the Memphis route or the Alabama way?? If I go the Memphis way, I'll feel obligated to stop and visit people and is it selfish that I don't want to waste my vacation time on people I dearly care about but who just won't get that I'm in need of serious decomp time?
Fuck the guilt - I ain't stopping.
Whew. Hey, it is a LONG ASS DRIVE to Lum. I'll need music recs and podslash recs. OH! Rec me podslash, please!!!
So, today, my day off, I was finishing up my Christmas shopping and buying what I thought was my *final* present at Macy's when my bank card was declined. This sometimes happens at Macy's but money is really tight this year (hah! like this year is any different from any other year) and I have been somewhat abstractedly worried about it, but confident that I was in control. So the denial of the card, which again, Macy's sometimes does, sent me into a blind spiraling panic that led to me calling Dawn about dinner while waiting in traffic to get out of the mall.
Me: *sniffle* hey, what time is A. serving dinner?
Dawn: I was just trying to call you to tell you. Hey, are you crying?
Me: *snuffle* Noo-oooooo. *sob* I'm okay *sniffle* Can I come over to your house and you drive me?
So, I cried a bit and checked my balance and restored my sanity and pulled it together. Tonight when I was telling Cappy this story she reminded me that my Last Year Christmas Breakdown involved me crying on HER and she doesn't want a repeat of that. She actually made me SIGN A DOCUMENT that said that I would not cry at or yell at her from 12-22 until 12-26. I removed the part that said I wouldn't yell at her beccause sometimes she does really dumbass things. So now I think I am legally bound to not have my breakdown at Mom's house.
Where the hell can a lady go to get her cry on?
So, this was the post that was gonna be about how to make bourbon balls, but now it is the post of my impending breakdown. Lovely. In much happier news, my boss, sensing the impending breakdown (mostly beccause I told him, "hey, my mental health is in jeopardy") has told me he will do everything I can to get a vacation in January.
Which means I'll be on the road to
sockkpuppett !!!!!! I have so much to decide - do I go the Memphis route or the Alabama way?? If I go the Memphis way, I'll feel obligated to stop and visit people and is it selfish that I don't want to waste my vacation time on people I dearly care about but who just won't get that I'm in need of serious decomp time? Fuck the guilt - I ain't stopping.
Whew. Hey, it is a LONG ASS DRIVE to Lum. I'll need music recs and podslash recs. OH! Rec me podslash, please!!!
