The Bloody Doors Off

So, I’m on my own at the office tomorrow. Trial by fire. They’ve got faith in me. I worked midnights on my own for years before I had a partner (granted, I enjoyed the hours a lot more when Dale was there). So it’s nothing new for me. I can prioritize, I can hold down the fort.

Right, just say that to myself another 400 times and it’ll sink in.

And then it’s one day off and my hours flip. I’ll be working a week of evenings. Everything’s topsy turvy. Not even enough time to figure out dinners. Emergency run to the grocery store on Sunday then. If I have the time. I’ve got work for another client to get through by Sunday night. I had to turn down work Wednesday night when Mels went apeshit, but it came back (for which I’m grateful). But I’m also stressed over getting it done.

I gotta stop. I’m freaking myself out.