I knew I shouldn't have gotten out of bed this morning.
Work was pretty sucky. We were down most of the night, which meant a lot of standing around doing nothing. Sounds good in theory, but it makes for a long night. And we had a brand-new operator who was having difficulty with the machine. She started to get frustrated, but I knew that she was really doing ok for what was going on, and I kinda thought it was funny... the mechanical problems, not her being frustrated. (in my defense, the maintenance guys who were there all night laughed it off too). But I think the fact that it didn't irk me that much made her more frustrated... and on it went.
Then I get home. I made a mistake (honestly, I thought they were my jeans! We wear the same size, and they felt the same as mine...), and I apologized profusely, but apparently that wasn't enough. So instead of just brushing that off, I got triggered. Now I'm all swollen and sore (those who know what I'm talking about know...what I'm talking about...) and still feel like the same worthless dork who gets in everyone's way as I did from about grade 4 on.
What do you do when someone you truly love and respect makes you feel like trash? I can't talk to her, because of how she reacts, but this is getting dangerous. At this rate, I'm going to end up on antibiotics again before the month is out.
It's late. And I'm tired. It's friday though, right? TGIF? Hmm...