Two firsts happened at work today.
1. I asked for help. I can’t keep working these hours. I enjoy having a life. Today I was home by dusk, ran errands AND made dinner - AMAZING. I didn’t really eat dinner last week. I also washed the dishes and read my mail. These small things, though seemingly insignificant, made me feel like I have a life again.
2. Upper management was responsive to my plea for help. I talked to three managers and was amazed by their response. I was told I was valued and that they want to make sure I am happy. I haven’t really had a manager care like that before - especially enough to tell me by the end of the day their plan of action. The big boss told me that he was going to make this situation a priority. He has so many other things to worry about; it is humbling that he would worry about me.
I am feeling better. At the end of the day; it’s only pizza. (Or cookies or subs or whatever the actual case may be.)