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[mrissa]

One of the most pernicious lies people tell is that God does not send you more than you can handle. If this was true, it would mean that we had an Almighty Accountant of Pain -- a colossal jerk and frankly not very good at the job, considering the number of people who have breakdowns. "Oops! Sorry, monkey! Signed, God." No. Not how it works. "You've already had two people in your family diagnosed with terminal illness this week, but you look sturdy, so let's go for three!" Wrong. (That is not the case with me. Just an example.)

Unfortunately, crying "uncle" does not seem to do any good. Still more unfortunately, most of the major factors that were stressful last time I said that are still stressful. And there are new ones since.

I am not even doing well enough to add a sarcastic huzzah to that, to find something clever or flippant to say. Earlier this afternoon I was going with humor dark enough that there's some debate as to whether information can escape from within a certain radius. I'm not capable of that just now, which is too bad, as it might get me through the two remaining tasks for the day (1. feed dinner to self and pup; 2. fetch markgritter).

Tell me something good. Please.

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[one-undone.livejournal.com]

- I had my first day at work today, and four meetings in a row with our major client, and I did fine.
- Work let me leave early and take home a lovely new laptop.
- The ladies room at work has pretty-scented lotions in bamboo trays with candles and real cloth towels, just because it's nicer that way and my boss cares about that stuff.
- Jason got paid for the medical study he lab-ratted for.
- After bitching about my kids for the whole summer, I was thrilled to see them again - truly thrilled - when I got home from work, and couldn't stop smiling and glancing at them the whole way to St. Paul to pick up Jason's check.
- My new boss and my new co-workers invited me out after work for a drink with them (which I didn't do, but it made me happy to feel included already).

Aren't those good things?

Sorry you're feeling overwhelmed. I'll send you lots of good wishes and happy feelings, and I hope they eventually help. Hope things get better soon.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

Those are indeed good things.

I often say that you can tell how nice a place really is by how nice the ladies' room is, especially with restaurants and stores: if they don't bother to have a nice ladies' room, odds are fairly good that they will be expensive but not particularly great.