Little Miss Muffet

Little Miss Muffet
Sat on a tuffet,
Eating her curds and whey;
Along came a spider,
Who sat down beside her
And frightened Miss Muffet away.

I ate curds and whey this morning and it was actually quite good.  I thought it was yogurt, but after I went into my cheese room to dump the other batches of cheese and discovered I did not grab the jar that was yogurt.  Oh well, I put the yogurt in the refrigerator and put the cheese up to drain.  I’ve been making small batches of cheese in gallon-size glass jars, which works really well.  I made yogurt the same day as I made a batch of cheese and I should have labeled the yogurt jar, but I did not.

A spider didn’t scare me away, but I had a severe anxiety attack this morning.  It was so extreme, I had to call Wally at work to calm me down.  Calling Wally at work used to be easy; but now, I have to call the department he used to work for and ask them to find Wally and have him call me.  Needless to say, I don’t do this too often.  Can I tell you how much I love Wally?  He’s my anchor, my rock, my life.

I think the attack was in part, due to being over-tired from my ride yesterday, but it’s also due to the job situation.  I thought I had a second job lined up, but it fell through.  In the grand scheme of things, it’s a good thing that it did fall through as I’m sure it would have been a horrible situation.  It’s a damned good thing for people like this employer (read: people who have more money than they need) have access to people like me who are willing to do almost anything to make a buck.  I know from first-hand experience that this employer likes to own people; you have no life other than the work you do for them.  For example, if I was working for them, I would have been late yesterday because I was lost on the mountain.  That’s no excuse, I would have been fired.  If you screw up, you’re gone and we’ll put another advertisement on Craigslist to get another 100 applications from desperate people.

I’m much calmer now and I know a hot shower is going to feel really, really good.

Until later …

One Reply to “Little Miss Muffet”

  1. Glad you’re feeling better. My grandson, Stephen, had an anxiety attack in August, 2010 on his first day back at college as a sophomore. He had never had one before, so he didn’t understand what was wrong with him. On the next day, he completely withdrew from college and came home.

    After a trip to the hospital and a week of rest, he understood what was wrong and what had brought it on. After much discussion, he decided to return to school and was very lucky. The school staff was very kind, helped him re-enroll and even get back his school aid package.

    With him, stress was the most important factor to bring on an anxiety attack. He’s had this happen once again, but now he has a better idea of what to do when it does. And Ken and I know that he should never make important decisions when he is in this state.

    We are glad you have Wally–the good guy.

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