I'm a lot saner today. A good night's sleep helped me to wake up, go to work, and have a little perspective.
I don't know what it was about my SIL's pregnancy, but for some reason it just seemed like my infertility got shoved in my face in a way I haven't felt since my miscarriage. I don't know why, but today I feel back to normal. Call it stress from all the business of my life for my overreaction yesterday? Now I just feel really bad, really guilty, that I upset A.
Work seems to be going ok. Although I was told today that I would never have a "regular" schedule, that it all depends on what our appointment calendar looks like and if I need time off I should make the appointment and then just put in a request for time off. On one hand, I understand. It's a small clinic that cannot afford to just pay employees to stand around when there is no income being made via appointments. But at the same time... I've known clinics that can still set up a schedule. And so I have to accept the fact that I can never schedule anything in my life, ever, when the clinic is open? The only way I can schedule something is late at night or on Sundays when I know the clinic is closed? Scott thinks I need to keep sending out resumes, and I'm sure he is right but... I really hate the idea of looking for work someplace else. I dunno. Guess I'll see how the rest of this week plays out, and try to talk with the vet to clarify/confirm that this no-schedule thing is true (since I heard it from a coworker) and go from there.
And now I'm going to go have some quality cuddle time with my puppy Glen. And try to figure out what to make for dinner.