I hope your day is going better than mine. Way too much stress here, which is causing me to eat too much sugar, and to avoid getting actual work done. Ugh.

I hate to say this, but I think I might be guilty of what your mom does! The thing where you hate people who institute rules that you don't like. I'm having trouble thinking of a good example, but I know that it doesn't take much for me to become passionately hateful at people, sometimes. I hate saying it, but... ack. I don't know where it comes from for me. Maybe a general sense of powerlessness in the world and my life already being pretty crappy?

Thanks for the reassurance about the other job. That's really helpful to know, and makes sense. Maybe that means that at some unexpected moment in the future my name will pop back up for them, though I obviously can't count on that.

I need to figure out something. I was miserable today. Trying to take notes during the "brainstorm", unable to get heard, being constantly talked over and forgotten ("you're next Guilloche.." then forgetting and moving on to someone else), and people having side conversations and not paying attention. Then I had to meet with a bunch of folks afterwards to try to start dividing up work, and I just do not have my head around what we're doing with this, and it was another free-for-all. Such a stressful mess.

And, I get home and already have 2 messages from my brother. He's nice enough about it, but it's the middle of the workday, and I just don't have time to deal with this... he just got out of jail, so this is like the 3rd time he's wanted to talk in about a week. He wants to know what day I sent his stuff to him... Wednesday or Thursday. I'm not sure what the difference is, why that warrants *2* calls in the middle of the work day.

And I've got to go back and face the therapist today. You're absolutely right that it was just like tossing a coin and seeing how you react! Except... my analytical brain is so convinced that I'm just not getting anything out of it. But clearly my emotional brain is attached enough to throw a fit when I try to leave. And it's so expensive. It feels like a crummy place to be, and honestly, I wish I hadn't opened this can of worms. My life was better before therapy, but I can't just rewind and go back to that spot. Ugh. So no clue how today is going to go.

Oh gosh, and yes, the spray foam was incredibly disappointing. Everyone talks about how great it is... but what a pain. I did read the instructions and saw that you're only supposed to fill cracks 50% because it expands, but good luck doing that, especially when you can't see what you're doing since it's way in the back of the cabinet.

And now there's a heap of spray foam back there on the floor, because I never did go and wipe it up! Blah!

I hope your day isn't awful! Have you been able to avoid the crazy CEO much? Did you ever get the stuff installed (that he was telling you "tomorrow, the day you're not here and won't have the equipment, would be perfect!" )