I decided to tough it out and keep going to work, despite the cold and the congestion that began during the weekend (courtesy of Steph and Susie, of course.) I made it through the day yesterday, although it was difficult to hide the fact from my co-workers.
I lasted four hours today. My supervisor, who is susceptible to bugs from her grandkids, dropped some less-than-subtle hints that I should probably take the rest of the day off. I logged into work at 6:56 a.m. and lasted until 11. Despite our backlog in work and transcribing, I think she would have rolled out a red carpet and held the door open for me when I finally got the sense to head home. What pushed me over the edge was sampling some Christmas cookies that one of the claims examiners had baked. Her baking is delicious, and her cookies are wonderful, but it was more than my stomach could handle. I was poised to head to the bathroom at any given moment.
So I got home around 11:30 and slept until past 4. I’m at the Franklinton branch of the library right now, typing this blog/diary, when I probably should have stayed at home. Steph has consecutive piano and voice lessons from 4:45 until 8:30, so she wants Susie and me out of her hair. My thinking is that being outside and walking will wear me out enough that I’ll actually sleep tonight and not be up flying off the walls all night.
While I was getting ready to go to the library, Susie told me that she learned something bad at school today. The three girls she thought were her best friends “have been backstabbing me since September!” I’ve often thought that girls’ cruelty in social interactions was much worse than boys’, mainly because girls play it so much closer to the vest. Boys usually make no secret about their hostility or dislike.
I wish I knew which was worse.