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Wow.

It's been awhile since I posted here again, and this isn't going to be a long entry either, since I just had a long day of work and DBT. I just wanted to pop in and say that everything seems to be going just...fine. The holidays were fine. Work is fine. Life is just fine.

Okay... I'm scratch the F-word.

I had my first truly bad day at work last week. Thursday we had a big deadline due for a complicated project that I was assigned to sort of help out on. I say "sort of" because I'm so new that I'm kind of like a three legged horse in this race to the finish line; I just don't have the skill-set to be effective. However, I do what I can. The team was short a person as it was, so it was just Cal and me in the office. My boss was home with a sick girl, so the scene was set for what was about to happen. Another manager from another department began to hover, prod, dictate, and contradict what our protocol was--and without our manager to advocate, Cal and I were left to fester and stew. We got threw the deadline somehow (and managed to sneak through using our boss' methods), but it took a lot of work and a lot of patience.

Therapy tomorrow is going to be about my waking up with a plan to follow my eating disorder every day (and having to consciously debunk it every.single.day), and how frustrating that is. I don't really know what I hope to gain from bringing that up, or if it's just going to be a vent session, but I hope something comes from it.

That's all I got for now.