I'm trying not to focus on how hard this work week has been for me.
Actually, I am trying to forget it. But I can't. It's still too vivid and real.
I was literally ready to scream at the top of my lungs out of sheer frustration. I think I did scream a few times. At least in my head.
Monday was a bad day. Tuesday and Wednesday were worse. I dreaded Thursday, but thankfully, it was better than Monday.
Today is Friday. Ahhhh. Finally.
The bright side of this: I'm grateful that I have a job. I'm grateful that I work with a really good friend who now knows what I have been venting about forever (sorry, Linda, but I did warn you...). I'm grateful that my husband is understanding and will patiently listen to my angry work-related rants and I'm grateful that I have the entire weekend to forget this week.
I'm starting to imagine that in a few years I will be "that crazy lady". You know, the one that talks to herself.
Wait. I already talk to myself.
It's too late.
Here's to a good weekend and fully restored sanity! Is that asking too much?