Tonight I almost had a mental breakdown. Well, I kind of did have one. I wasn't feeling good when I went to work this morning, and I told my coworkers that I'd probably leave early because of it. I delegated as much work as I was able, to facilitate my early departure, and then started on my huge stack of invoices.
I tried my hardest to get those things done swiftly so that I could leave even an hour or two early. The longer I stayed at work, the worse I felt. And, try as I did, I still left work an hour later than usual, with a half-finished stack of invoices.
When I met Christine for dinner on the way home I was beside myself. All that work and all that pushing when I felt rotten - and it didn't even make a difference! I felt like a failure. Especially since I had a meeting with my boss earlier in the day where he told me (at my own request from a week prior) that I needed to improve my work habits, particularly my swift completion of invoices, and that people had noticed that I took too long to get them finished.
I was devastated. I was crying my eyes out all the way to the restaurant. I couldn't face life anymore and expect to remain sane. I felt like my handle on my life had slipped from my grasp and there was no hope of trying to pick up the pieces.
I was so dramatic!
After dinner I felt much better - emotionally anyway. I drove home feeling a little foolish at my breakdown, but still feeling quite worried at how my day went.
I wasn't planning on making this my picture, but my outburst at dinner threw me off so much that I forgot all about it until just now...so, there you go. :)
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