I had a very traumatic event occur on the job yesterday that shook me up really bad. I’d like to talk about it here but it would be inappropriate for privacy issues so this post is about the events around the event.
I had a very successful evening of drowning my sorrows last night and ended up firing off an email to my boss discussing the event, and dropping a juicy f-bomb in the process. Not directed at the boss by any means! Just there for effect. Hmmm, note to self…
I also ended the thing with “Maybe I should just retire”. I haven’t gotten any phone calls today taking me up on that offer but the boss did email me back offering some counseling services if needed.
I don’t do counseling. The last time I tried that was back in the late seventies when my wife and I saw a marriage counselor one night in Berkeley, CA. A couple of months later we were divorced and she was shacked up with the marriage counselor. True story, I took my new girlfriend up to the guys house in the hills one night and we all hung out in his hottub. Ahhh, the seventies :-)
The moral of this post is that trauma is temporary and fortunately, everything is ok.
The problem with drowning your sorrows is that sometimes the drowning causes one to exceed the boundaries of propriety.
Thank you doctor :-)
Sometimes we put foot in mouth and can’t get it out. So glad you managed to retrieve your foot, Behave
Thank you mother-in-law :-)