I was the biggest bundle of nerves at work yesterday. I was already having some anxiety issues for the past few days and I got stuck taking orders all day long despite my dropping hints that I want to do something else. By the end of the day I was just waiting to snap. And then it happened. I had a difficult foreign lady come in and be rude to me because I was having a hard time understanding her. It wasn’t really anything the lady said that upset me. I was just tired of dealing with anyone at all. And I freaked out. The second she walked away I deserted my register to go to the side and cry. I couldn’t stop it from happening.
I didn’t feel any better until I spent a nice relaxing evening with James. We made burgers and had a beer while we watched Boy Meets World. I told him about my day and he held me. He rubbed my feet, and I dozed off for what felt like five minutes but apparently was actually a half an hour.
I went home last night feeling refreshed.
But I’m still not ready to face the day. I want a week away from work because I just never feel like I’m ready to face the day anymore. But I can’t afford to take a week off work.
At least I get off at 2 today.