...really I am...
Along with the dental mess up...
I worked all evening on a spreadsheet lately... and sent it for a person's use and "approval" and even sent it in 3 different formats to my only friend (and sent it to myself to view and be sure it was right.) And it all came out Great!
So I sent it out in a blast. And a real picky guy who USUALLY does their spreadsheets nit picked it apart... but what he returned to me was NOT what I had sent in a blast. I've spent another several hours trying to find the right ss or worksheet or template (see, I saved it many ways and in many places cuz when I become stressed computers don't work right around me.)... so I just now decided I CAN'T FIGURE OUT WHAT WENT WRONG in fact, I can't figure out that anything went wrong! So I emailed him the ss that the person who used it and sent me info back on it... and asked the nit picker to let me know if that's what he was referring to!
I hate this... i've let it ruin my evening... with worry and depression and more stress because I couldn't figure it out.
Like the whole world can ... you know.
I missed church tonight.. well class and concert practice... just couldn't drag out. Can't let others see me like this... they think I 'm such a "together" person/professional. Yeah, like if I was still that wouldn't I be WORKING and not medically retired???
See how one negative thought runs to another? This is depression folks... and recognizing it doesn't do me any good...suppose it will in the "future?"
I could take a flying leap... heard on the news how a woman accidently fell out of a 9th story window...and lived. She landed on one of those canvas awnings... now THAT would be my luck. Canvas shelter that disabled me, could be one that keeps me from UNdisabling me... never mind.
Hey em... does that hotline number work yet?
