First Point of Contact

A colleague today, while chatting with a client, mentioned some agency business including heir disdain for another colleague. How the other person was hated and spoiled. Flabbergasted, I decided to be the whistleblower, to report the issue. It's not the first time that inappropriate things have been said to visitors to the office and while everyone is entitled to their opinion, it should never be said to a client. I have to confront the person tomorrow, to give respect to my fellow co-worker and take ownership for it. Of course, I'm having whstleblowers-buyers remorse. Add that to a whole lotsa angst about being really super far behind in my work, my favorite employee giving notice, and still wanting to work elsewhere with few options for doing so.

We are in the thick of Twigs performance schedule. Rehearsal here, show there. Cancel this, get to that. Run, run, run. We continue to work on his brat attitude with the assistance of a great child psychologist who somehow calls all of us out on our stuff and coaches us toward where we need to be with such ease it's amazing. The homework isn't as simple. I'm tired and stressed.

My body and I are at odds with one another. Extra weight from inactivity isn't feeling good at all and I've given myself permission to be lazy. It's too much to force myself to be so good all the time. One green smootihe each day is my current goal. So far I'm about 9 for 10. Those are good stats in my world.

My new OB/GYN office and I are becoming quite familiar with one another. I've now met two of the doctors in the practice and unfortunately, am certain that I'll meet one of these two again in the nearish future. My lady problems aren't clearing up with traditional treatments so the Gyn#2 suggested, after completing a culture to be sent off to the lab, a biopsy of the area that won't heal. My inner teenage slut burst into tears at the thought of such a procedure and the doctor relented, almost immediately. We agreed that if another month passes unhealed then I'll do the biopsy. A reprieve.

There is more, I'm sure, to report but it isn't forthcoming at the moment. These three things are the most stressful right now. I'm often overwhelmed but try to remember that everything will pass and then get to the next most important thing on my list. And, despite the potential mild-laxative effects of doing so, eat a lot of gum. A lot!