#Meet the bossladies

[sxorpiomooon]

How would a tarot reader describe you to them? A pac reading

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Pile 1-

They would describe you as someone who knows when to strike. Someone who's patient and knows when to grab the opportunity, someone who understands the value of the right timing. I had a vision of a cheetah then a cat in their attacking mode waiting to grab their prey. Someone who's hardworking and very detail oriented about their work. Someone who's very traditional too and likes to go by the rules, someone who might also be religious and a good teacher. Someone who teaches very good and will have their juniors looking at them for advices and approval of any sort. Someone who looks for a very equal partnership I'm seeing a lot of this reading revolving around career you'll meet this person when you are working and pretty settled I'm getting 24 or late 20s. This will also be a very true love they might talk about how you will both be equals in relationship and work like a team. I also heard "bosslady"?

Pile 2-

Someone who feels too much guilty about everything, you might be going through a bad phase I think. This pile is most likely to have a very hard terrible time growing up hating themselves and everything and once they grow up they will be all about loving themselves and others, true enlightenment. A lot of rage which is the result of love. Someone who is also probably learning or will learn to see themselves for who they truly are that is, someone who is always in the spotlight and comfortable in it. Someone who always attracts everyone wherever they go I'm seeing sparkly eyeshadow? Golden and blue you might love to dress or style other people up.

Pile 3-

Someone who can give the most heartwarming compliments as well as the most ruthless insults. This reading will be mostly focused on your communication skills. Someone very sure of who they are and their identity. Someone who is capable of making things happen and make sure to do so. Someone who is very blunt and can come across as very blunt sometimes. Someone who goes to the root of the problem to solve it very extraordinary communication skills. Someone who is very insightful and might all of a sudden get inspiration of things I'm seeing a very big map or something. Looking at the other card it makes sense lmao someone who wants to do alot of things just for the sake of doing them. Someone who genuinely lives and experiences.

Pile 4-

Someone very resilient and determined. Someone who just refuses to give up no matter what. Someone who endures very well I had a vision of someone just breathing in a big sun in their chest. Accepting everything like it's your own. Someone who knows how to overcome obstacles. Someone who over analyses and has a very restless mind. I had a vision of someone constantly doing that thing with leg where they are always moving it anxiously. Someone who will achieve alot purely because of their hardwork, determination and resilience. This pile probably needs to hear this, you are going to make it very big pile 4 keep working hard.

[trans-ralsei]

i’m a service leader not in the christian way but in a maid way. i lead meetings at the citywide movement for trans rights while wearing a maid dress. i call my volunteers ‘your highness’ or ‘boss’ or ‘bosslady’ because it’s actually true they’re the only people who make the work possible

[a-r-s-o-n-3]

Glenwood library GC:

Abby, 10:33am: Hey Bosslady, when do I get to meet exscaleibur? I haven't met him yet and I wanna met the little lizard

Rose, 10:35am: When it starts to get warmer for him. And he is not a lizard, he's a bearded dragon.

Abby, 10:36am: He is a type of lizard and they're a popular breed in the UK and some of their owners call them "Beardies." But he is, and always going to be, a drac.

Dear, 10:38am: Beardies is kind of a cute name though but Abby, really?

Abby, 10:39am: I might start calling him that instead of what his name says because it's more accurate!

Dear, 10:40am: It's your funeral.

Rose, 10:42am: He is a bearded dragon. Not a drac. Not a beardie. A bearded dragon. Bear-ded. Dra-gon!

Abby, 10:45am: Scaly rat lizard.

Dear, 10:46am: I'll write your eulogy.

[linplays]

Meet Claire Fitzgerald

The second Addition to my Old Money inspired Gameplay.

27, Straight

Wine lover, Bosslady

CEO

Claire Fitzgerald comes from a wealthy family.

[nsk96]

Personal school rant:

Dealt with team drama again today but this time we did a zoom meeting. Bosslady, of course didn’t want anyone to get the chance to talk while she made her wild false claims about doing all the work herself. My teammates didn’t let her get away with it and voiced their concerns and stood up for themselves and the rest of the team.

The discussion got pretty heated, and she even admitted to not trusting us despite us never giving her a single reason not to. “I can only depend on one person and that person is me”, she said. She wanted that meeting to be done when she said it was done. Once she got her point across, she didn’t care to hear anyone else’s as she tried to leave the meeting. But they didn’t let her leave. It all boils down to her conflict with one teammate and basically taking it out on the whole group, and also her reluctance to communicate her issues to the group. Like, you can’t decide to take on a whole workload that you can barely handle, not ask for help, and then later complain about doing it alone. And then to say that you try to keep it to yourself and then go on to blame the group for frustrating you so much that you’ll “explode” eventually. Hon, you gotta manage your emotions better because taking out your issues on your colleagues is unprofessional.

She also keeps saying “no one is reading the rubric or watching the self-study videos to know what to do on assignments”. One of my favorite parts of the meeting was when her friend barked “how would you know that?” I loved how he finally stood up to her. It was amazing.

I couldn’t get a word in before having to leave the meeting, myself, but thankfully that same teammate said everything I wanted to say. I feel anxious about where we are going from here, but also like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. It’s nice to not feel alone. I’m so proud of them and I feel a little at ease knowing that we are working through our issues.

Oh today is my birthday, so some positive things did occur today. Had some awesome cake with my parents and got a couple of nice gifts. Earlier, I volunteered at an event with our class e-board today with two of my friends, to make goodie bags for the kids at Joe DiMaggio children’s hospital. It was really fun and I hope the kids like their gifts💙 (P.S. if any of you reading this happen to be one of the kids receiving the goodie bags, the Star Wars stickers are from me :3)

[rose-in-a-fisted-glove]

This is pretty good advice if you're in a shorter term job or if you're a reasonably healthy person but is too restrictive for either building a career or creating a rapport if you're noticeably chronically ill.

Here's two examples of when it can be beneficial to disclose chronic illnesses (that don't have societal taboos associated with them)

I told management about my IBS (and provided a doctors note), because I was often late to work because my IBS acts up in the morning. The risks from being considered a careless employee was higher than the risks from being a chronically ill employee who works hard and produces good results.

The same thing with my doctor appointments. Instead of being seen as taking a lot of leave without reason, I email my bosslady all the times I need off for doctor type visits at the beginning of each month. I don't specify which doctor visits are for what doctor, but do specify which ones I can work before/after and which ones are all day affairs. This, again, reinforces that I am a conscientious employee with health issues.

As for careers/positions with potential for promotions, those require politicking. Whether they should is a whole other story, but they do. You need to be someone who other people think positively about. And, yes, that should be because of your work but it isn't entirely. A few minutes here or there chatting with your management about innocuous things is a great way to do that. Never forget they're the management but do chat.

For example, my bosslady and I both like musicals so sometimes we chat about that. I don't tell her about how I feel the Newsies stage musical took all the teeth and grit out of the story by downplaying the class struggles and making it about generational change. I do tell her how much I loved how Hadestown used stage lighting as an active element of storytelling.

For another example, one of the other supervisors has a Jewish wife and kids. We talk about how we're going to celebrate the holidays and about food and recipes. I don't talk about Tikkun Olam with him, about activism, and certainly not about my admiration of Sugihara

These sorts of small interactions help you be someone that they think of when it comes time for a project that will help build your resume or if it comes down to you and another person for a promotion. They "just feel that you're the better fit for the position".

Again, not debating that it's a shitty thing to have to do, but needs must.

And for coworkers. Unless you work in a truly toxic environment, they're not your enemies. Don't mention anything that could be used against you if they become management but do feel free to chat during lunch, before meetings, and on your 15 (if you get one). Talk about the TVs you're watching, the books you're reading (within reason), about your hobby bird watching or cosplay making, or what have you. You don't have to but don't feel like you can't. Who knows, maybe you'll make a friend-friend from a work friend.

[nessavawbeautyfashion]

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[alexis-vaughn]

“ something wrong? ” Magna

Morning after starters from here (accepting)

The next morning weighed heavy on her heart and chest like stones. Her first glare over to the girl next to her revealed that this wasn’t a dream, it was reality and Alexis just woke to the bitter truth of it. She shouldn’t have stayed here. Shouldn’t have lost herself in Magnas eyes and the way she tasted on her lips.

Usually Alexis was the one leaving first in the morning or better said kicking the other out as soon as she got satisfied. But this wasn’t her place, not even was it Magnas really. But Alexis was a guest in this town. An intruder. A city she should manipulate for her own good and goals and now she broke one of the countless rules she should have followed and couldn’t. But why? What made her even stay?

“Something wrong?”

Magnas voice broke the silence and interrupted Alexis’ endless staring at her, probably even made her flush lightly as she broke their eye contact. “No, nothing.” she replied with a soft smile and crawled closer, her hand reaching out for the other woman’s face to stripe the strains of her thick hair away from her dark eyes.

Images of the last night crossed her mind, the way Magnas long hair fell into her face as she sat on top of her and pleased her so nicely with her skilled fingers. It didn’t happen often to a woman like Alex to be the one being pleased, since she loved giving pleasure herself, especially to others. And no matter if with a woman or a man, girls always had bigger struggles to own a wild one like Alex although she definitely needed it in that way. Yesterday she allowed Magna to take the lead and it was one of the biggest compliments she could make and still something she probably shouldn’t have done. Not here.

“You’re beautiful, Mag. And last night... was too.” Carefully she leaned forward to kiss the woman’s forehead, just to swallow the ‘but’ which wanted to come up from her throat and tell her about the doubts that screamed in the back of her mind. She was close to telling her about her mission, her reason why she was here and that she lied to her. But just like yesterday during her climax which made her gasp so softly and luckily unable to speak, she swallowed it. Magna shouldn’t worry, she shouldn’t ask and Alexis shouldn’t hurt her. Not now. Not yet. She just wanted to enjoy this moment and live in a bubble for a few hours more.

“Want me to make coffee?”

@rightfights

[fuck-itshithappens]

Boss Lady 👩🏿‍💼 #Toronto #Business #Conference #Meeting #BlackBeauty #ViewsFromThe6 #OffGuard #Melanin #BossLady #MoneyMoves (at The Westin Harbour Castle, Toronto)

[marlonicole]

… ugh still working. #fridaynight #meeting #production #working #business #bosslady

[the-corset-witch]

After discovering some things I am more pressed to do this, so I am going to attempt to draw all the data I can in order to make sure the possible meeting with the big bosslady goes my way.

I have been too cowardly to do one of the things on my Month Goals, which is to ask for a raise, so I decided to approach this in the most Me-Fashion as possible, which is completely in line with Corporate World: a Raise Proposal.

I'm not sure when I will hand over this proposal but I am thinking somewhere within the last 100 days of my first year, which means anytime after June 5th, ish.

[jeniquethe1st]

Bossed Up! #hello #igers #instagram #instagood #entrepreneur #positivevibes #energy #blackgirlmagic #melanin #friday #boss #bosslady #femaleentrepreneur #goddess #queen #happyme #mylife #california #socal #fashion #powerful #meetings #letsgo

[highstwildflower]

Conceiving lover

Summery: Angsty, You find out that Ashton has a dating profil.

Paring: Ashton Irwin x Reader

Warnings: Angsty, mature language?

A/N: Its been a while since I've written anything, and honestly I feel like this isn't my best but it is the best I can do atm, and I really wanna get back into the swing of things soooo lets go. And Thaaaank you to the people who continue to ask for prompts and read my fics xx

A gasp left your lips as your world stopped. After hours of scrolling through TikTok, you came across a video you wished you had never seen. A young woman showing how she stumbled across Ashtons bumble profil, surely it must have been fake. The investigation started, you followed the link to part 2, and your heart dropped into your stomach. The video showed his profil in detail, somehow you just knew it was his, the profil screamed Ashton. Your boyfriend, the part of him that was only for you, was now blasted on the internet for everyone to see, because he actively was trying to cheat on you. So nonchalant as if he couldn't care less if you found out. 

Chock filled your body, not only had you lost your boyfriend in that second, you were mortified about the whole world witnessing it. Rushing you ran to your bathroom before emptying the content of your stomach into the toilet. And then you broke, the physical release was the emotional tricker you needed, this was real and it was happening to you. You were not the only one. Surely you should've known, it was well known in Hollywood, Ashton Irwin never broke up with a girl, he moved on while she believed they were still committed to one another, and you really thought that he had changed, how stupid. As if you were ever gonna be enough for the handsome drummer. 

The cold tile against your naked thigh was starting to hurt so you rose to your feet, catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. You didn't know if it was your bloodshot eyes that looked back at you, or if it was the trails of tears or maybe the puffiness but it was  something about seeing yourself like this. Broken into a thousand peaces, after so carelessly being tossed to the side by the man who said he loved you that made you snap. Straighten up, you looked deeply into your own eyes "Fuck him". With long determined strides you crossed the distance between the bathroom and the draw Ashton had at your house, you hurled the content into a nearby shopping bag. He was expected at your home within the next couple of hours but all that was gonna meet him was the brown bag holding everything that ever tied you together. It was done, and he was the one to blame. 

With the new determination rushing through your body you started getting ready, the shower lead the embarrassment down the drain, it was embarrassing to him not you, you told yourself again and again. Once you looked like the bosslady you are you went to instagram, both his and your page was filled with lovey dovey photos entangled in each other, you deleted every single one before posting a new one with the caption "You did a wonderful job convincing people that you love me, I almost fell for it". Keeping your head held high you placed the bag in front of the door before heading to your friends house, you knew she would understand this better than anyone else. 

By the time you parked before Kay's house your phone was glowing with the many notifications, though the 5sos fandom forever would be loyal to Ashton, they were cheering you on and dragging the drummer bad choices in the comment section. You smiled slightly at least they were on your side, which wasn't a given at all. As you took a short look at the comments and liked a few your phone started to vibrate with an incoming call, you took a deep breath before denying it. You turned off your phone and walked to knock on Kays door. Shortly after the door swung open revealing a Kay who's smile faded the second she saw you "Oh honey im so sorry", she knew already, the glee of the internet everything travels faster than you. Kay did her best to comfort you, she hugged you tight an hour after you had sobbed into her embrace and rubbed your shoulder. The tears had dried and you looked at her with a smile "You know, this just show how much of a better person than me you are" she shot you a confused look "How come y/n" looking straight at her you laughed at her cluelessness "Because you haven't  once said- I told you so, and I definitely  would've done that if you had dated my cheating ex". And it truly was the thing you admired the most about Kay, she was like a fairy who always just wanted the best for anyone, she was even the one setting you and Ashton up. "I don't need to do that hun, im sure you beating yourself up enough for the both of us". And she was right but you were trying not to. 

You agreed that it would be best for you to talk to Ash while she was at you side for emotional support, so hesitantly you turned on your phone again. It was unusable the first few seconds due to the amount of missed phone calls and messages, all Ash trying to make you speak to him, so you pressed his contact and waited shortly before he breathed out your name with relief. "Please, babe let us meet up so we can talk?" Kay made big eyes and shook her head no "No Ashton, I don't want to meet with you. I know that you have been dating others, and I don't really care if you never met them or not. You still were out there  trying " your voice was trembling and the pit in your stomach had returned, Kay rubbed her hand on your shoulder in a comforting manner and you send her a thankful smile shortly. Ashton's voice revealed that he was just as big of a mess as you "No please y/n, I was only on there to meet new people, I've felt so discounted to the world after Corona. I know its wrong, I really do but please love, it was nothing like what we have" You lost it, that was it. He wanted to make excuses? Fuck him "You know what Ashton, im sure you have, being surrounded by people who does nothing but support you must be so hard, im sorry that I didn't think about that." And with that the phone call ended and you lunged yourself into Kays waiting embrace. The world could stop for all you cared, you had lost the one person you thought would be your forever. 

[alexis-vaughn]

“A trap? What kind of trap should that be, hm? You see any walkies on me which I could use to contact someone and reveal my badass plans?” Raising her arms she was sliding her hands through her pockets to reveal they were empty and she had nothing else than her knifes, which she now threw in front of her feet.

“Here. If you don’t trust me, fine. You guys must have run into a lot of assholes in the past and believe me I did too. But unless you don’t see anything or anyone around us who could team up with me to... take out your community, you should at least give it a try.”

Her eyes were piercing into Magnas now, trying to keep her strong and determined facade which she built over years, but it got pretty obvious that this woman wasn’t one to easily prank and it was good this way. You need to turn cold like ice in a world like this, otherwise you wouldn’t survive and Magna did survive. Until now.

“I survived cause I’m a good fighter. Don’t tell me you never made it out somewhere alone cause you look a lot like someone being capable of defending their own ass, besides protecting yourself from that man or woman who broke your heart obviously.” It was a random guess but one which fit to a lot of people in this world, even now after everything went to shit cause love was something finding you in the strangest ways. And Magna definitely wasn’t a happy bunny coming home to a warm bed filled with a lover considering her mood.

“Give me a chance, sweetheart. I’m not gonna ruin your reputation, I swear. And if I do, you can still kill me. I promise you’ll always have the prior claim to punish me, deal?” Well, at least Alexis wouldn’t mind to be slapped by that hands, that was a fact.

Magna listened to the woman speak. A year ago she would have walked away and not looked back. Magna really didn’t have time for other people’s shit. Plus trusting people in this world was dangerous; they had learned that all too well with Lydia and the whisperers. So yes she hadn’t left the woman on the side of the road. But that didn’t mean she was a fool. This was all too convenient. What woman who had supposedly been the lone survivor of an attack looking so great. Crossing her arms across her chest Magna looked Alexis up and down. 

“My name is Magna.. And wait you want me to believe that you just by luck survived a walker attack without even a scratch. You heard about communities… let’s say I take you back to my community if I even have one.. How do I know this isn’t a trap? Give me one reason to trust you Alexis.. Give me one reason and I won’t just walk away… or kill you where you stand.”

@alexis-vaughn​

[rethea-emberfall]

DWC Day 2: Orbit (Syya)

Word Count: 1100 Summary: Syya just wants to look out for the bosslady. (It’s not that she’s jealous.) Warnings: stalking

@daily-writing-challenge

Syya watched from the window of her room in the inn the Last Cent Cavalry had been operating out of since bosslady had relocated them all to Dalaran. Everyone had been surprised by the decision, but when Rethea had stated simply that access to more factions outside of Kul Tiras meant more money, every last one of them had followed her. They’d been here a week, and business had yet to pick up, but Rethea had been leaving consistently every day, having meeting after meeting.

Her social calls left a bad taste in Syya’s mouth, but she had to admit that Rethreth was working hard to come through for everyone in her employ. For every day she spent drinking and fucking around, she spent three establishing new contacts. And in the gaps of time between those two things, she kept speaking to property owners.

Why? Was she looking for a physical headquarters for their group?

Rethea fell out of sight from Syya’s window, so she just opened it and vaulted out, letting her wings stretch just enough to coast her down to the street. A brief moment of staring through the walls showed her exactly where to go, because Reth had that accursed voidwalker with her, as usual. Tangnuz had realized long ago that she was following his mistress, and had been a tattletale thorn in Syya’s side ever since.

She’d learned from experience, however, that the two of them only focused on what was close around them. Sure, Rethea had the occasional tendency to look off into space and then turn and stare directly at her sometimes, but it’s not like Syya was a rogue. Illidari stood out in crowds, more often than not.

Syya followed Rethea into the nice part of the city, full of the tall buildings that more often than not housed mages with more money than sense. Her boss looked at a slip of paper in her gloved hand, verified an address, and then slipped through a nearby door.

Syya was just about to do her staring through walls trick again when a heavy hand settled on her shoulder. She spun around immediately, and came face-to-face with leather-clad, lavender-skinned tits. Syya would know that rack anywhere: it spent a lot of time crammed in her face when she needed healing after a contract job. Her neck craned, and she looked up into narrowed golden eyes instead.

“Warn a girl, Indraste.”

“That’s what I’m doing, Syya.” The smile the company’s healer gave her was unpleasant enough to match her own. “Rethea says you’ve been following her.”

Syya took a step back. “Just looking out for the bosslady.”

“She can look out for herself.” The druid’s voice was firm, and that unpleasant smile had settled into a deep, full-lipped frown that was one flash of teeth away from being a snarl.

“Can she? She got kidnapped at the Faire, of all places.”

Indraste crossed her arms. “And you’re looking more and more like the next person who’s going to try.”

“Are you kidding? You should see the people she’s been–”

The druid hissed, teeth baring, and Syya shut up. Indraste’s voice was cold when she replied, “Syya. When she went missing, we had to wash all of her clothes, because they had your stink all over them. You broke into her room. You used her things. And now, you’re following her, telling me the people she’s around are creepy? Look in a mirror.”

“…I just want what’s best for her.”

“No. You just want her.”

Syya’s eyes went wide, and she stared up at Indraste, fists clenching. “…What?”

“Everyone you work with knows. She knows. Even I know, and I’m barely ever here. I can smell it on you when you’re around her.”

That made Syya incredibly uncomfortable to hear. Druids and their fucking noses. She shifted from foot to foot, wings flexing, jaw clenching behind her mask. As genuine anger rather than annoyance began to course through her veins, she felt herself begin to salivate, wanting to give into the demon within, rip her mask off, and bite.

Syya was willing to bet Indraste would have a difficult time healing the wound if she gave in. But she couldn’t do that to a healer who worked for free, not if she wanted to keep her job.

(Was it so bad to be interested, even if she were willing to admit that she was? Syya knew Rethea had issues with impulse control, and she could understand that better than most people. She and Andennaris had bonded together over feeling like monsters and being afraid of losing control, and if it had worked for them why couldn’t Syya try–)

Her voice went sharp. “Why do you care? She’s just your brother’s–”

“She’s a friend.” The druid punctuated each word like a blow, staring down at her impassively.

Syya tried to process this for a moment. The fact that Indraste might like Rethea as herself rather than as her brother’s romantic interest had never crossed her mind.

“…She’s stupid. She puts herself at risk.”

“Everyone puts themselves at risk. It’s what people do. And do you really think she’d want you to swoop in and save her, if something did go wrong?”

Syya looked toward the building Rethea had disappeared into. “…No,” she admitted, both to the healer and to herself, voice going dull.

Indraste grabbed her by the jaw and tilted her head up to face her. Syya hissed, and the instinct to bite returned, so she clamped her teeth shut. She made eye contact with the other woman, eyes squinted and sullen.

“Stop this,” Indraste said, “She’s not interested.”

“Neither am I!”

Syya struck out at the druid, fist aimed for her bare stomach. The other woman took it in stride, grunting lightly before releasing her face. Once free, Syya took a few steps back. She was usually itching for a fight, but starting one with a druid over a foot taller than her with magically reinforced gloves? No thanks.

She felt herself wilt, and hated the feeling. “What, are you going to kick my ass now?”

“If you hit me again?” Indy nodded once, seriously, fists clenching at her sides. Syya did some brief math, and then decided to cut her losses.

“Fine.” Syya turned her back in Indraste, headed towards the inn, before adding, “But if you’d seen who she’s been spending time with, you’d be worried, too. I’d hate to have you as a friend if this is how you care.”

“I can worry about her and still not follow her,” was the cool reply. “If you want to help her, do your job.”

"Good talk." Syya snorted, and started walking.

[callmebliss-got-swamped]

So, I kinda thought I was maybe doing a little okay actually

Like, things were terrible all weekend and the first thing I thought when I woke up was not How Long Can I Go Back To Sleep For but Instead Huh That Is Weird Beatrice Is Supposed To Be A Sleepy Croissant Rock Between My Knees and then I remembered but I sad-dozed and did not cry

And I got up and spent a little too long scrolling Tumblr whilst on the toilet but I got dressed easy and my hair did the nice and I woke the Spawn and marshaled everyone distractedly through readiness and 2/3 of them headed off on their own

Middlest needed more time and I offered A Ride and when Eldest brought the trash to the bins but not the bins to the street I took care of it, but then Middlest did not meet the schedule I had in my head for leaving time so when they arrived at the vehicle excited to show off the (really fucking amazing) outfit they put together I was angry and barked at them and it was Very Unfair Of Me Actually

We weren’t even two minutes out of the driveway when I was verbally assessing what I had done and apologizing, and they were gracious af but I am ashamed to have put them in the position to have to be gracious about that

Got to work and bless, nobody asked Questions

Bosslady requested I put in my time request in the payroll system so she could grant my sick leave for not showing up on Saturday, and only one coworker Bless Her Heart (affectionate) tried to tell me while I was wrangling a machine that she was so sorry, and I could not look at her, and I said thank you, and settled in for Monday Stuff and for Handling Shit

Until I got a call from the school

Eldest has

A sore throat

Congestion

A cough

A headache

This Meets COViD Protocol Even Without A Fever Please Pick Him Up

I clocked out. I left. Picked him up. Went to Urgent Care. Provided tissues for his nose and streaming eyes post-swab. Mini-lectured about ear infections and antibiotics when the PA’s exam turned up that he had two raging ear infections but, like me, his didn’t present with pain. Apologized to the PA for stepping on her pancake. Turns out she was not only amused but delighted I knew what I was talking about, and prescribed an antibiotic.

Got lunch. Dropped him at home. When back to work.

Spent the rest of the day lying through my teeth to the people I served when they asked “hey, how’s it going how’re you doing?”

Stopped on the way home for yogurt, kefir, and probiotic drinks to replenish the lad’s gut flora. At the checkout, the bag I had just purchased ripped when I tried to tear off its tag and I started to cry. Grocery Store Checkout Lady Friend got me a new one and I explained myself, but our conversation was interrupted and I left.

The world continuing on and having incompatible needs to my own is Very Rude.

Came home, cooked beef to help replenish iron because menstruation. Caught up with Soawn. Moved a chair from the table to sit down and something under it got moved by proximity and for a hot second I had a delighted flash of “oh, BeaBea! THERE you are!” But it was not her. Obviously.

Sat down. Cried.

I went upstairs because there were still ten minutes left before SALM’s class to request a hug and cry a little more. Then got him caught up on antibiotics and probiotics, and confessed I felt guilty that I let the kid go to school in the first place with any amount of symptoms.

“Well, it’s not like he died.”

So I burst into tears again, and he held me until I was sniffling instead of snotting, and I apologized for laying down the feels right before class time.

I am still Not Okay. But I masked it pretty well through the workday so that is a dubious win.