For the past few days, I have constantly been on the verge of tears. I work with Federal government agencies and library institutions whose fiscal year ends October 1. This means I have countless customers calling me with questions regarding their library software and billing statements before orders can be completed. If I somehow drop the ball, that means someone isn't going to be paid, which is not a good thing. I have worked 10-12 hour days and it still isn't enough. Someone always waits to the last minute, it seems. Needless to say, things have been crazy.
Then today, a government contractor proceeded to lecture me (when I was right) about the error of my ways and how he, as a librarian, knew "how to pay attention to details"...unlike me. So. I did the mature thing and was extremely courteous, even though I wanted to punch him in the face, and told him I would, of course, correct these errors of mine. I then sat at my desk and silently cried for 20 minutes. FUN. At least my coworkers are accustomed to my emotional outbursts by now, so I received no awkward stares or questions.
After willing myself to not have an anxiety attack, I left the office before this gentleman called back (as promised after he let me take a break to "think about things" AKA "how wrong I was") and headed home. Some things can wait, right?
As I drove home, the best feeling came over me as I realized Eliza would be waiting for me. She did not disappoint. I opened the door and she ran to me as fast as her wobbly legs would carry her. Motherhood is the best job I'll ever have.
I know many of you have seen this video, but I watched it when I came home and immediately had the spiritual, emotional boost I needed for the rest of the day. I love it.
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