Oh my what a tough day - feeling a bit battered really. Do you think that somehow when your life's really particularly tough you have maybe a metaphorical sign on your back saying, hey please kick me again, it'll be good for me?? Well, as you know after the talk with the oh, I'm feeling a little fragile, and then a rather tearful chat with a colleague (love her). So then, two major hatchet jobs today - both assaults on either my personality or my professionalism, and both behind my back and reported by others - which makes it even worse, doesn't it? My back feels utterly punctured, I can tell you.
So, I wonder, is it like the vultures gathering or what? So that's three things in less than a week that should send me to the funny farm shouldn't they? And would to a lot of people I'm sure. Maybe I should cry at work - some people do - but I do have my pride you know. And I'm sure my colleague (the one with the damp shoulder) will have something to say to the knife wielders you know. Still, trying to look on the bright side - if it doesn't kill me, it'll make me stronger and all that.
Nice message waiting when I got home from the golfer - just what I needed - lots of nice things. And a text from the sailor - he's still not well, and I'm getting a little concerned now. But he tells me he keeps going to the doctor, so I guess it'll be okay. My best guy was busy last night, but emailed to say sorry - maybe he'll be about tonight. It's going to be a long wait till I see him again. And I wonder just what his long term agenda is - does he know? I'll bet he does. I wish I could suss it out though. I think lashings of patience are needed here - who knows? Men are a constant surprise aren't they? Hope tomorrow is better, or will I be back with another knife wound tomorrow? xx
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