I'm not sure, but if you find something that is worse, let me know so I can dwell on how much worse it would be if that were how I felt every day for 6 or so hours. I will not be doing this again, and if it had been this bad with Asher I think I would have considered not doing it again at all. This is just peachy and awesome and, blahg. I can't even bullshit myself at this point. See, I probably shouldn't be writing this early in the morning when Asher refused to let anyone sleep last night (I feel that he must have thought at one point:If I can't sleep no one can) on top of feeling like I would love to throw up and get it over with when I know that a: there will be no throwing up and b: even if there was, it wouldn't make it end. I would just feel like this again and some more until I threw up or wished I could throw up again.
Seriously, go hug your mother for going through this for you. You had better. She deserves more than that but it's a start.
Finally back in my office. Of sorts. The cube walls haven't come in yet so it's just a big empty room with a bunch of desks in it so far but soon I will have my own slice of office again. It's nice, I guess, and they expect me to be falling all over myself to congratulate them on what a great job they did in here but quite frankly, I am not impressed. I would be more impressed if this hadn't taken 4 months of me not having anywhere to call a work station, if I had had warning about the demolition (they are currently demolishing a ladies bathroom that I don't use but other women who work here do use, and I was told they demanded management not pull another "jessica", so now my name is well known with unforcasted demolitions...joy), and if the whole thing wasn't just a gigantic kick in the face. Half of my shit is still covered in this ridiculously sticky dust and half of my stuff is missing.
But you know what? I have just overreacted this whole episode. Four months of overreaction. You know.