Tuesday, March 21, 2017
What a long, strange trip this is
I've been at my current job for 6 years. For five of them my coworker had been going to chemotherapy and away for periods both long and short. For the last year my worst fear was that one day she'd leave, leaving me to pick up the work-pieces.
That happened last month. She passed, after letting things slide for two months. She passed, and left me to pick up the work-pieces. My worst fear came true.
I know that eventually this will end. Eventually the fiscal year will end, wiping the slate clean. Eventually we'll hire someone to take over the extra tasks that I have to do.
Thankfully, the panic attacks aren't as frequent. I no longer want to spend weekends in a blanket fort. (Well, most weekends anyways..)
Can I got to Disney World yet?