Voices Carry

But it was only a dream. Honestly, yes, it was, and completely irrational, but in the big picture it definitely was dealing with some of the BS from work that I (used to) get mad about. Right now, I'm probably safe from caring even about this, though. Two of the other management crew apparently decided to clear out the detritus from our collection in the middle of the night. I had closed the for the night with one of them and she didn't mention it, then I couldn't get the building locked up because we had contractors building something in the Reference area (sorta) and they left an outside door ajar and lights on. There was a (not IRL) door out of the Reading Room and that's how I left the building. None of this was anything problematic except there were only three staff there at closing which is all kinds of problematic. There was a lot of extraneous faffing about outside at this point, eventually I got home (more idiocy there), and realized I'd left something at w...

 ...and I'm currently sitting in the recliner in my shorty nightshirt, face unwashed, shower undone at 3:40 p.m. The laundry from last time has accumulated but has not yet been folded. I still need to go collect the last load from the dryer. Which, I hope, is drying; I swear I started it when I tossed everything in the other day, but it was fully damp this morning when I went to check. That took ALL the wind out of my sails. My therapist wrote me a doctor's note for work Weds-Fri. I made it 6 hours of the workday yesterday and had to leave. I'm unfit for public consumption. I slept through church this morning. Essentially, it's been a fully useless week, except for a blood-draw on Thursday and therapy on Wednesday. Oh and I did an instacart order from Aldi at some point, which arrived with a giant can of coffee instead of the cheese I'd ordered. The coffee and the leftover, unopened packages of Oreos from Beast are now in my car to take to work for either the staff ...