Back at work

I’m so glad I have tomorrow off! I am exhausted!

There were 120 or so emails in my inbox which I’ve managed to sift through and I’ve remembered how to do almost everything. I did forget my computer password and had to ask it to be reset, the IT manager eyeing me like I’m a loonie in the process.

Everyone else has been friendly, almost too friendly. They all have that fear in their eyes which I’m becoming accustomed to.

I have been meaning to see the General Manager all day, to show her I’m back, thank her for calling my parents while I was missing and apologise for dragging the company into the media fray but she’s either been out of her office or on the phone each time I’ve gone by. The later the day gets, the more anxious I feel about doing it.

Stupid really. I should just go down now

Because I’m really good at taking it easy/slowly (where’s that sarcasm font?) I’m seeing a play tonight. I shouldn’t be out much later than 9.30 and I can sleep in tomorrow morning so it shouldn’t be too taxing. And what’s the play about? Two people released from a psychiatric facility… Appropriate surely!

I also bought a new book for myself yesterday. I opened it up and found the first chapter was set in a rehab facility – I just can’t escape them!

Tomorrow I’m booked up with appointments and possibly lunch with my ex-boyfriend. At the moment we’re being civil to each other with an undercurrent of sexual tension. I should stay away but… There’s no really good ‘but’, except but I’m an idiot and don’t know when to get out of the way of oncoming traffic.

At least I’m seeing my psychoanalyst twice a week. Hopefully she can keep me in check if I start displaying signs of my head being messed by him again.