Another Tuesday down. Tuesdays are always less than easy days for me. Everything I don’t like happens on Tuesdays. Team meetings, for one thing. My Unpleasant Team Member has to be dealt with, and I look forward to the hassle she is going to cause in her new role.
I really do. I seethe with anger over this horrendous person and the damage they have caused. I am blue-flame angry with them, my own manager, and the daily existence I was pushed towards. The anger colours everything, from my daily drive to my nighttime writing.
There is no validation in those moments. No one will support things, or change things, or even be on my side. Other people simply won’t empathise, and perhaps they shouldn’t. I know I am mentally exhausted, depleted and as a result wary of any major extreme emotion. Were I to hear of a personal conflict of the type I have had inflicted on me, I would very much keep away from it.
I need to buy some superglue-dissolver. I tried to fix the handle on my bedroom door, and managed instead to affix parts together that no longer move smoothly. Instead, the handle comes out in my hand, usually when I’m in a massive hurry and trying move my delaying son.
I also need to buy a lightbulb. The one over the sink is blinking, soon to go out. The sink looks out over a large tree covered hill, covered with evergreen trees. The view, on the way there, takes in my balcony, currently holding flower boxes filled with the beginnings of wild flowers. I need to buy a lightbulb.
It is nearly 11pm. I am all sad and weepy. I told you I don’t like Tuesdays.
How are Things? 
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