*slaps self*

[kyburg]

We had another 911 call at work today - someone else upstairs in another department had to be taken to the hospital by ambulance. This really should be rarer than it is - we've had three calls in the last three months, and for a company where the median age is well below 30, it's troubling.

But not enough to bring one to tears, for heaven's sake.

Really, Self. Unsinkable is what everyone wants right now, not the Quivering Mass of Female Hysteria.

Honest - they're asking me if I really want to take anything else on right now...and that maybe "this is not a good time." Fuck.

There is no more time to wait for things to get better.

This is a good as it gets. This is the best it's ever been.

But I keep looking at the callendar and wondering if this is the last week I'll have my mother.

And I can't even talk to her about it. Just wouldn't be right, not at all.

I guess I've had the rug dragged out from under one too many times.

And I am so sick of my finances I could scream.

Comments

[feyandstrange.livejournal.com]

oh, sweetie. I wish I could package up and mail you a four-hour vacation in a space-time bubble, with a hot tub, a robot massage therapist, and a comfy nap bed. And Jim, if you want him, although sometimes we need recharge-space from everyone and everything.

Try to find a little time for a bath and some chocolate, or a soggy movie and a good cry or whatever, and let yourself relax and let some of that under-pressure stuff out before it eats away at the strength you're providing for so many others.

[caitlin.livejournal.com]

Just so you know...

Thank you for being there for me during this last little time of annoyance.

I do not know what to do other than to try and be there for you as well.

C.

[pywacket.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry.