Feels like the week should be ending

 Here we are at Thursday.  Oh well.  I'll make the best out of it.

Yesterday, I felt wracked with anxiety over something I was working on and kept checking to see if it got accepted. It was still pending. I will lose my ever loving mind if I get another rejection.  This is a new area for me and I'm not really sure if I'm doing well at it.  The person that put this work out?  I don't know if she'll be pissed off if it gets rejected.  I've had a couple of incidents that got questioned and maybe she wasn't mad but in this new world, I just assume everyone is annoyed with me.  That's how anxiety works in this brain.

I was annoyed too about the diva complaining about her training.  I spent so much time and have still offered my time.  She wants everything written down for her step by step and wants her hand held.  Just spoiled.

Frack had reached out to me and asked if I would be able to help their group out while Frick was out.  Here's something crazy. I didn't mind being asked.  I don't want to go back to their group and be treated the way that I was.  If things were different and how I was treated, it might be ok.  I wouldn't think it was the worse thing in the world if I got moved back with them.  I know they're both closer to retirement and it might not be so bad.  I really don't mind spending more time in their area when I get tired of getting kicked by the regulars in mine.  I know when I split my time before when we all got sent home, it was kind of a relief when I got split between two areas.  

I am hoping for a better day.  Better results.  No rejections please.  

I hope the good humans have a good day.

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