It can be a struggle to get through the second half of the day.
I’ve had moments at work that felt like I was only a few missteps from plunging headlong into doom. But Nik Wallenda, King of the Wire, literally was, as he walked over Nicaragua’s Masaya volcano. And though I’m not a fan of daredevils that’s an impressive feat in my opinion. But apparently some of his followers are upset that he wore a harness and protective gear. Just proving that no matter what you do, it will never be good enough for some people. Don’t work yourself to death Deadsplinters.
Not enough coffee in the world to get through today!!!
I hear ya, DST messes with me.
It normally doesn’t mess with me but I had to be somewhere extremely early yesterday (7am) and I was basically delirious. I’m a morning person but not THAT much of a morning person. In hindsight, I shouldn’t have driven…
It’s good enough for me!
i didnt blow up our tester today…
lucky dude… lecktrickery isnt my forte…and today i was really struggling with my concentration
hopefully the damn cat will let me sleep tonight or our tester is on borrowed time
(im a welder not a lecktrician damnit…this is a lot to learn on no sleep)
Good to know you’re still in one piece!
im not the guy that has to power up the machine and make sure everything works lol
i just build it and take cover :p
tho..tbh..nothing blew up today… did have a small water leak tho…mostly coz i forgot to actually connect the hoses to anything…heh whoops
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That’s a spunky little milk carton!
Two winning choices.
My friends say everything is a song cue to me. I think I’ve found my people here at Deadsplinter!
“It can be a struggle to get through the second half of the day.”
OMMFG, YES!!!!!!!!!!
I was STUPID enough to think that just causing a meltdown in one of my favorite pre-K’ers was my Monday moment for the day. (It was soooooo *my bad,*☹🥺🥴 I didn’t realize that for as much as she LOVES noises, the particular noisy toy I used is one that causes her a lot of audio/sensory pain, and it literally made her scream & cry💔.) Luckily,she DID let me comfort her, and she did some hand squeezes & breathing with me, and that got her back to good ground again, but yeesh, I felt TERRIBLE. Because as soon as the toy made the noise (a prolonged popping noise), and she screamed, I knew it was actually a painful thing for her to hear, not just that she was mad or “didn’t like” that toy. Because her reaction was straight *meltdown* not anger.
So even though she obviously forgave me–she tried to get me to hold her hand when we walked to the gym, AND she engaged with me in lots of different play activities throughout her session of school *after* the incident😉🤗😁, I STILL feel terrible for causing her pain today.
And then, because I’m a bit wiped from all the class-drama I helped to cause, when I went to the gas station to fill my tank, I was at the point of the day where my brain was on autopilot.
And after filling my tank, I put the wrong damn car key in my ignition, and there was NOTHING. No spark, no attempt to turn over, ZERO, except for the momentary shutting off of ALL the electrics, while the starter *didn’t* engage.
So I about started to have a minor heart-attack, had a MASSIVE adrenaline dump,wondering how I’d get her to a shop, how I’d get home *and* to work tomorrow,etc. I put her into neutral & pushed her away from the pumps, and *that* was when I realized that I had my spare key in the ignition, rather than my “regular” key.
THANK GOODNESS, but HOLY SHIT, too!
When I put the normal key in,she started right back up.
But DAAAAYYYYYUUUUM, I’m exhausted now, from those minutes of minor panic.
Although, I HAVE now solved the problem of me switching my key rings allllll the time lately (I’ve actually had her TOWED once last summer, and nearly did a second time, when I tried the wrong key!😖😳🥴). Because I stopped at the local hardware store & got some of those “key wrap” thingys.
At the hardware store, I also was able to determine for SURE that the motherfuckers at the dealership where I bought her, who’d fucked up SO many other things when I bought the car, never bothered to actually *program* the second key i demanded that they give me (my paperwork said there were 2 keys with 2 fobs. But conveniently for them,they “lost” the spare set). I got sick of dealing with allllll the other problems I was having (a 90° kink in the inner part of a rim, that made the damn thing *not* hold air, a bald spare that needed replacing,but took about 3 months to get taken care of,etc.), so when the asshat manager told me “we’ll EITHER cut you a key, OR we’ll give you a fob, we won’t give you both,” I took the key so I could be DONE with dealing with them…
But the really nice folks at the hardware store today were able to tell me that, YEP, the dealership never bothered to actually *program* the chip inside my key, the asshats simply *cut* the key🤬
And now *I* am exhausted and feel like I’ve gone 9 rounds with my *own* meltdown.😱😱😱
On the one hand, being officially** Dx’d as “Autism adjacent” isn’t so bad, or that big of a deal. But after all the emotions of a day like today, and the mental work I have to do, to keep my shit *together,* and not simply end up in a melted-down Motherfucking HEAP on the ground… days like me make me kinda wish I *DID* have a full-out ASD dx, because it’d make it easier for *other folks* to understand WHY these sorts of days leave me so exhausted.
**I’m about 99.998% sure that I WOULD have gotten a “High Functioning ASD” dx,had I been tested as a child,under today’s guidelines. Thing is, I’m a girl, and we learn to mask, from early childhood, so that we don’t stick out so badly.
The reason I’m sure my Dx would be very different,is because I’ve known a tiny whose mannerisms reminded me of my own self, in miniature. Her mannerisms were mine as a child, her anxieties were the same as mine had been, and her precocity was similar, too. So *we* got along like peas & carrots, ‘cuz I knew how to help her face her anxiety & when she needed me to back off & give a hand/a hug.😉
Oh Emmer, that was a serious Monday! I know that you know this but – it was an accident. You didn’t mean to hurt the child. Big hugs to you. I know tomorrow will be better. 💗
” it was an accident. You didn’t mean to hurt the child”
Oh, I DO know this!😉💞💖
And the *logical* side of my brain will yell it allllllll day, at the completely *illogical* side of my brain, that keeps mumblingv”But you’ve HEARD how tiny her hearing aids make things sound (“once!” logical side again😉)–illogical brain again: “You should have ANTICIPATED THAT!!!!! BOOTSTRAPS!!!! ARGLEBLARGLE!!!”
😉
I guess it’s just a bit like the two times one of my primarily non-verbal kiddos looked me straight in the eye, mid-meltdown and said the one time, “Help!” and the other, “Help me!”
I *KNOW* I did my best (and her seeking *me* out for comfort & companionship afterward *showed* me I was completely forgiven💓💖💞), but *my* heart still hurts, for the pain I caused her, even if it WAS only for an instant.
This is ALSO a reason why I’m in *this* field, and NOT Athletic Training, or Medicine–i’d be a damn WRECK, EVERY day!😉😆🤣
*tinny* not tiny!😉
And I forgot to say, THANKS, Hannibal, my friend!💖💖💖
Not a coffee drinker. Sometimes I just want to step out for a break.