Totalled my car yesterday. I am incredibly sore, bruised, scraped, and stressed. I can’t seem to win for losing. I also may be doing a transfer in order to keep my job, and I have mixed feelings about that, because I love the store I am at, as well as the people, and, even though I know people at the store I would be going to. It’s mostly because I can walk to this store from my house in about 20 minutes that I have even asked.
I had my first major panic attack in quite a while yesterday too. And this is getting me worked up again, because I fear changes like this, because every manager has their quirks, and, until I figure them out, I tread extremely carefully.
At least nobody was seriously injured, and I have been in a worse wreck.
I have hidden myself in my writing. I wrote my first piece of smut, started Part Seven of Chicken Pox, and am working on a few more vignettes for my family AU, as well as Chapter Nine of What Was, Is, and Will Be.