Oh, and here is tonight's crisis that I am actually handling OK--
Here at work late, trying to get stuff done! Go to empty out my office mailbox--you know, those flat stacking trays.
Kee--rist--at the bottom--is a print out of X's "get out of the house" letter. HOLY SH**! I printed it out at some point and didn't pick it up! ANYONE of my co-workers could be the one who found it and discreetly put it under other papers.
I have not told a soul here at work what is going on. I guess by now (even without that letter) that they have figured it out. Hey, when someone loses 30 pounds and acts distracted and weird for 6 months, its either cancer or a break up. And I didn't lose my hair. So on to option 2.
One co-worker--whom I do love, and wish I felt like confiding in her--but I don't want this at work! did ask early on about the weight loss. Told her I had a GI problem. Another co-worker weasled the truth out of a mutual friend--which really pissed me off. I don't know why. But I can't stand that everytime M says: hi Aver! how's it going! all cheery that she KNOWS it sucks and I suck and everything sucks. So I have been avoiding her.
But anyhow--I saw the letter. I knew the cat was out of the bag. And I more or less said: oh, well, f**k it. Whatever. Gotta post this to my friends, but who the hell cares who knows...
I think that has to be a big step somewhere, right?
Sorry for so much ME ME ME tonight!
I will get some work done and check in on other threads!
