Monday, January 30, 2012

Had a Bad Day

So, I had a bad day. It seems like so much of what has been churning around me has started to come crashing down around me. So, a little whining to vent it all and then some reality check. Are you in?

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My company is being sued by several people who were involved in an accident where the driver of their vehicle was cited for an illegal left turn/failure to yield to oncoming traffic. Our driver was not cited. Yet we are being sued. So...today I had my first meeting with our lawyer. And on Wednesday at 9am I go to my deposition.
I want to do a good job. To tell the truth. Without volunteering additional information that might cost us money. Its a lot of pressure because...
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as you've heard, I am still in the running for a new job in KC. My interview is a week from today at 4pm back in Wichita. I can't even think about preparing for that interview until I get past this deposition. All matters of prep will unleash at that time. Because I so want this job to be closer to my family, because its the chance of a lifetime, and the money would be oh so good but also
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we have such a good life here where the money is good enough and I could {never ever fail}. Its all so safe and happy (aside from the lawsuit, of course). And I've already had my husband move once, and now I'm asking him to move again, which hurts his resume and all that, so there's some pressure at home even though he's supportive and wants the move, I still have some self-imposed guilty. And then suddenly
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a former employee sent me a threatening email last night, and I spent most of the day {when I wasn't preparing for my deposition with our lawyer} writing him back and running my response thru our HR office and our employment law attorney. So, I hit send at 5:18pm and he writes me back at 5:23 I really wish you wouldn't have responded back. Take care which at first just angered me because I was really trying to help him. But the more I read it, the more threatened I feel - like he's gonna get me, or come by our store and wreak havoc. I'm trying not to let it freak me out. So, to destress...
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I'm watching the Real Housewives reunion and I hate 5 chocolate chip cookies and I'm on my second glass of wine which is just wretched for my figure but good for my stress. And I let
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all of this keep me from my boys tonight, who are the most life giving piece of my life right.now. But I'm okay, just venting, and grateful to have this life and these problems and got myself some real perspective when I started
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reading some IF blogs I had lost touch with in the past year or so. People who are still losing babies and retrieving eggs and all those familiar and unfamiliar terms. I feel like I left them behind, their journey, their struggle, something that was so much a piece of me not that long ago.
My friend T is enjoying her adventure in India. She started a blog. She emails me everyday. She {loved} the care package. She sent me a picture today of the sad little room where her DH had to submit his swimmers. Men! Only they could get excited in a room like the one I saw! And THAT is funny!
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If you care to, please pray for my friend T on her big adventure; please pray for me and my deposition, my job interview, and my safety so my former employee doesn't come get me tomorrow or really anytime until I can safely relocate to KC :)

1 comment:

Jamie said...

OMG that is a lot for one day. That is a lot for one anything!!

I've had to give a deposition before and it is as stressful as all get out. It's like the other person's lawyers *want* to eat you alive. Literally. With a little bit of salt.

I know that everything will work out for you in the end. I hope that you get one thing taken off your plate everyday and your load is lightened.

Skeeter is just getting to where he can talk pretty good and it so warms my heart to hear the things that randomly pop out of his mouth. I've found that the best thing I can do to de-stress is to put everything down and just play trains for a little bit.

Everything except the wine glass, of course . . .