Two bad days at work. Back-to-back.
I've already been questioning why I'm there . . . for months, actually. But nothing more appealing has opened up.
This past week has really done a number on my psyche. It's really hard to do my job when I don't feel respected, when I'm second-guessed. It's been even worse, recently, as more projects come down the pike, but no real help or new hires to take on some of the work load.
I had planned to take the afternoon today, anyway. My kids were out at noon because it is parent-teacher conferences days. It's nearly 80 degrees here today, so it was a good fall day to get out. Especially after a morning meeting didn't go well. I needed out, mentally and physically.
But the day in the sun with my kids, a picnic at the park, and a quick explore of the cave there helped. Some.