Today was a rough day.
First day back to work. Surrounded by children and pregnant women. One of my partners comes up to me and says "Well, I'm going to be taking a couple of months off in January!" I completely did not get what she was saying. Total blonde moment. I told her, "What do you mean?" She said, "You know, I'm going to be taking a couple of months off work in January." I said, "I don't get it." She said, "I'm pregnant!" Oh, congratulations. I'm happy for you. I'm trying to be happy for you. Ok, I'm not really happy for you. And I feel bad that I'm not happy for you.
I cried with a coworker who is going through IF and who understands.
I had a client ask about my surgery and pointedly ask why I had it done. I told the truth. And then I cried some more. And she was not embarrassed. And she was very understanding. But still.
I've never lost it at work before. Twice in one day. Not a good first day back. Not at all.
- ▼ June (10)