I don't generally fit in this catagory. On my last job I became so frustrated that I started making plans to get a gun and blow my foot off. I hate the stupid junk that goes on in the workplace. I guess I figured I would not be of any use to an employer, so I could go on disability since I only had one foot.
My thoughts went wild over those three days. I remembered all the times my therapist had told me she was proud of me. I was starting to be a bit proud of even the baby steps of progress I had made. And I realized that I did not want to lose the ground I had gained. So I still have both my feet.
Anyone proud of me?