An observation: when someone says, “Not to be rude, but…” they are going to say something incredibly rude.
Yesterday was terrible. I’m not kidding. Everyone, from the members to management, was rude and condescending. I had my head bitten off at least twice and was very nearly in tears when I took my first break. I felt like hell; I was exhausted and had trouble keeping my eyes open. Getting out of bed had been a chore. There was a reason for that, one that was out of my hands. It was personal as well.
It didn’t make anything easier, trust me.
Adding to this was the fact that we were a person short at the door; Wiesia is sick, it seems. She left early on Thursday and didn’t come in yesterday. For all I know, she may not have made it in today, either. I’m forced to wonder how confident management is about their decision now. It’s the second time Wiesia has missed work. Me, I show up every day. I don’t know what to think.
When I got home, I was frustrated and tired. Dinner consisted of salsa and chips while I stretched out on the bed. Afterwards, I was cuddled up to Prime as he read from Spock’s World. I could feel the soles of Prime’s feet atop my own, an oddly comforting sensation.
I dozed off like that. There was something soothing about feeling Prime’s feet so close to mine. The sound of Prime’s voice was in my ears, calming me.
The day might have blown, but the evening was good.
I was off today, so Prime and I spent our time upstairs, relaxing. I felt too fatigued to do much of anything. I still feel that way. I’m hoping that I’ll feel better tomorrow, as I work. It might only be for five hours, but that’s a long five hours.