Hard Things

Emailing the boss of someone who was bullying my daughter in her workplace... without ripping them a new one... and a follow up email to said boss who thought it would be a good idea to call my daughter on her mobile, after they'd been specifically told she was phone-phobic [which was the precipitating point of the whole incident]... and still being polite[ish]. [there may have been italics and all caps in bold at one or two points. Just to be emphatic.]

After which, many goblins & ogres died in the MMORPG I'm currently playing.

Hitting shit in an MMORPG is GREAT therapy!

There's gonna be whole-sale slaughter tonight... the guy is back to making her life difficult again, and I still haven't heard back from his boss about the emails I sent her, and she's always in a meeting. [not to mention seems to be one of those bosses that has to have someone read and write her emails for her.]

I'm gonna see if I can get a hold of her boss and nuke them.

So, how did that go? I have been thinking about you and your daughter. Workplace bullies suck (hey, all bullies do!) and I have had my fair share of them in the past.

Dragged myself out the door yesterday morning. For me since going gluten-free and learning to ignore mere food cravings, it's easy to forget to eat anything on one day; I feel hungry by day two and start to become weak and sick by day three. A check being in the mail and an e-payment being delayed by site issues, I planned on getting paid for an odd job before starting the actual work around 8 p.m. on day three, which was Tuesday. Well, on Tuesday the customer's mother had some sort of seizure--details and diagnosis remain undisclosed to me. So on Wednesday just going to the post office, grocery store, and computer center felt like work...

...but here I've been today, working on the paperwork to get an Internet drudgery job that will theoretically finance a graceful and gradual takeover of a retiring friend's store. *Finally*. Always assuming that anything works.

Gone back to talk therapy for my depression and physical therapy for my back spasm triggered migraines. It's fucking hard...

I have been getting out of bed in the strange time known as the Morning - the daylight part of Morning, not the I-am-still-awake-at-4am part of Morning! I have done a few chores each day! I have run some errands in town (but forgotten to do other things that needed doing). I have paid rent and otherwise adulted! Yes, adult is now a verb as well as a noun, adjective and adverb, apparently.

Also, of course, knitted and designed a lot.

I spent 3 days (so far) excavating my mother's house, so that when she's ready to come back to it, it will be safe for her to come back to. She's a hoarder. The house was barely navigable for me, and I don't need mobility aids. It most certainly was neither walker nor cane accessible. It still isn't, but at least I can see that it will be. Recycled a lot of paper, cleared and sorted a lot of random stuff, threw away a whole lot of trash. It's hard work physically, and harder emotionally because I know how Mom will react when she gets home. I hadn't had an anxiety attack in years, but this was enough to trigger one the day before I started.