That sums up my week.
I think this is the absolutely worst work week I’ve ever had. It’s terrible- a bad news, a sorry obligation, a couple of betrayals and a near show-down (my first ever in so many years of working life).
It was so bad I shed tears in the office. I haven’t cried at work…not since when I was doing relief teaching in er 2004?
A stranger (at least to me) who somehow knows who I am, saw that I was upset, informed my other colleague, who dropped me an sms in the wee hours of the night to ask me if I was ok.
This stranger, and this colleague, were about the only bright sparks in an otherwise traumatising week.
I am waiting to see if things will blow up further, and this feeling – an uneasy, queasy sort of anticipation – is one of the worst feelings to have.