And then there were three. :0(

Today we "lost" another lady from our department.  Well, apparently we lost four people today in total, but I don't know who the other three are.  I say "lost" in quotation marks because really she has another two weeks to go, but they told her about it today.  How crap must she feel to have to stick around and be pitied and patronized for another two weeks?  If it were me, I'd want the eff out of there pronto. 

And really, how much work is she going to feel like doing?  She already went home early because her heart wasn't in it.  I don't blame her.  She's been here 30+ years, and is probably one of the hardest-working people I know, but the way this place is going, that doesn't matter much.  It's all about saving money, just like everywhere else.

I don't think I feel all that bad for her though.  As bad as that sounds, hear me out.  It's a tough job she had.  I don't think she got much rest, and there were quite a few days where she would go without lunch.  She had to do a lot of work helping out the lady I used to be the assistant for before we had our big Division Shuffle a couple of years ago, and that wasn't her job.  On top of that she had to start tracking for the other half of her division that she never had to deal with before.  She had a long commute, got here early and left late a lot.  I really think she deserves this rest.  It's like that with everyone else who leaves this place.  When they come back for a visit, they're practically glowing.  I hope it's the same for her.

I wish her luck, and pray that they lay off the laying off for a while.

Had a rough night.

Usually when I get home from work, I don't even go to my room until after dinner.

Same thing last night, but upon my visit to my room, I see that, due to the fact that I have a lot of clothes in my closet, the bar where you hang your hangers on had totally collapsed, bringing a shelf with it, so all my clothes, toiletries and other stuff were all over the floor, and pushing my sliding doors right off the rails.

Add that to the fact that I'm sick with a cold, crampy, and tired, and I just cried and cried.

While I was moving piles of clothes around my room, I spilled my plant and had soil all over the place. Then my mom gave me crap, not because of what happened, but because I was grumpy.

On top of that, I forgot to take my insulin after dinner because I was so busy cleaning up that when I went to take it before bed, my blood sugar level was pretty high.

I don't even know when it can get fixed either, because my dad pretends to be an angel and helps fix other people's houses, but doesn't do much with his. I'm sure it's going to end up being me being able to do it, and Home Depot helping.