This is me, taking a calm breath and not screaming.
This is me, focusing on the good.
This is me, accepting the things I cannot change.
This is me, being strong enough to change what I can.
This is me, being wise enough to know the difference.
This is me, ready to scream and cry and yell and throw things. And breaking something would be awesome, too. I need a box of cheap tile. It makes the best breaking sounds.
This is my mantra: It's just a job. You're lucky to have a job. All jobs are hard some days. They pay you a good wage. You get to wear jeans to work. Does the dog need to go out? You should take the dog out and calm down for a minute. Fuck - the phone is for me AGAIN?!
This is my problem: I'm too fucking popular at work. Why does everyone need me for every little blasted thing? Why does every phone call have to be for me?
This is my other mantra: Job security, Natalie. Being indisposable means you've got job security.
This is me, bitching about job security in a time of 10% unemployment in our Nation.
This is me, taking a deep breath and smiling at the coupons for free breakfast items from Wendy's. It's the small things, right?
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Please don't make me cry.