I got a text from the boss lady about an hour ago. The restaurant misplaced the dinner order that I called in and paid for. The boss lady was simply inquiring if I remembered what I ordered.
I did nothing wrong. It clearly was the restaurant's screw up.
This did not stop my heart from racing. It clearly wasn't my fault, but I started blaming myself.
Dear Brain: stop freaking out. This is someone else's screw up. Not yours!
I'll go grey early if this keeps up!
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