Glad I have a therapist

I hadn't seen my supervisor in a few days, like, maybe 5? And I'd been carrying on as one does when one is used to having little to no oversight as I tend to be. I had to show him a thing that was a small issue, but also not of my making. He was chill. He said he had some stuff to talk about with me, and my brain was like "Oh, I'm in trouble. Keep it together and just listen to what he has to say and respond like an adult."

Or, he had news that there's money for special collections and I should put together my wishlist and to aim high. Please imagine me blinking rapidly, recalculating. Better yet, think of Helena Bonham Carter doing that.  Glad I have a therapist so I can work on this hypervigilance thing. In the meantime. SQUEE! I still say pretty much every day, with wonder and amazement: I WORK HERE!