there's no crying in library service

things have finally caught up with me ... you can't go around making kids cry and think that one day you won't get yours.

today:

woke up feeling yucky due to my antibiotics

dared to wear a top TUCKED IN to my skirt (something i typically think is impossible for me)

walked into the library feeling good

was told that i went "around the chain of command" by asking Central (aka big brother) how one goes about getting a social worker at the library

then folks, i hate to say it, i starting crying hysterically

i think i blabbed something about my boyfriend breaking up with me (was the nubian even my boyfriend? i guess for lack of a better term ...) and i blabbed about being sick and about always getting in trouble and about being punished for being sick ...

then i seriously could not stop crying and had to go to the bathroom for like twenty minutes.

and this is all in front of the new assistant branch manager who i can only assume now thinks i am insane.

and really, all i wanted to do was say "i'm sorry ... i need to go home." BUT I CAN'T GO HOME BECAUSE THAT WOULD BE UNDOCUMENTED SICK TIME!

thankfully i was able to go to lunch early and i had highly educated vegetarian spiritualists feed me ziti and chat with me about audiobooks.