Four years ago I was in a radiology suite and a doctor was telling me that I had several large masses in my left breast. He was 90% certain that they were cancerous. He knew that it had already spread into my axillary lymph nodes and was certain that it had also spread into other parts of my body. He sent me to the surgeon across the street. She did biopsies right then…about 20 of them. I was supposed to wait 5 days to get the results but the next day they called me to come into the office. I had breast cancer.
Today is a hard day for me.
My daughter didn't want to get up, and yelled at me. I yelled back.
There was no good music on the radio coming to work.
My phone was ringing when I got to my cube about an issue that I didn't want to have to deal with. It's not my job and I can't really tell you why it's on my desk.
My manager assumed that because I didn't answer her call on the first ring (I was on the phone with the above caller) that I was late.
Stupid manager at work asked stupid questions about busy work that he stupidly initiated and pissed me off in the process.
I had an appointment during lunch. I did not get to eat.
Another manager just usurped the filing cabinet that I had moved in for my use.
My daughter called to tell me she needed to go on another shopping trip for her 3 day trip to Florida (we have already spent $200 on supplies for this $150 field trip)
I have an afterwork appointment with a new doctor.
I survived for 4 years! I should be allowed to eat Twinkies and Soda Pop! Instead, I want to go cry.