Ah, Friday. The day where you can finally say, “I survived the week!” with just a hint of sarcasm and a celebratory wave of exhaustion. Work has been… something this week. Stressful? Yes. A blessing in disguise? Surprisingly, also yes. My brain finally stopped doing cartwheels in the middle of the night, which is progress! So, I’ve been throwing myself into work, and guess what? I don’t even mind the extra hours. Nope, I’m over here feeling like a corporate superhero (cape sold separately).
Yesterday, something magical happened—a client actually trusted my advice! I was floating on a cloud of validation. Knowing my work is trusted means everything to me. It’s a stark difference from my last boss, who was narcissistic, bold, and cold. But I hold no grudges; that experience ultimately led me to this incredible boss.
Speaking of clouds, let’s talk about my boss. Honestly, this man is like a walking TED Talk wrapped in a Hallmark card. He’s so positive, he could probably make a rainy day feel like a trip to Disneyland. He never judges, never gives me that side-eye when I roll into work looking like I just crawled out of the set of a zombie apocalypse movie. Nope. Instead, he just compliments my work. It’s like he’s taken a personal oath to boost my self-esteem at every possible moment.
And trust me, I idolise this guy. If he walked on water, I’d be the one making sure it was sparkling clean for him. When I opened up to him about my, um, “situation” (spoiler: I’m a recovering crystal meth addict), he didn’t flinch. He just got it. No judgment, no awkward silence. It was like I told him I prefer tea over coffee, and he’s like, “Cool, me too!” We’ve grown closer because of it. It’s like work is no longer just work—it’s family. And in this twisted little life I’ve been rebuilding, that means everything.
No work, no recovery. No recovery, no family. No family, no me. Deep, right? Might put that on a t-shirt.
And here’s where it gets serious (but don’t worry, we’ll get back to the jokes in a second). Work has literally saved my life. And by work, I mean my boss. He knows it, and I’ve told him. I swear, he’s the only boss I’ve ever had who truly cares. I can finally look him in the eyes, smile, and not feel like I’m being devoured by my own insecurities. It’s a relief, really, to feel human again.
Oh, and on a completely unrelated note (because this is how life works), my blood tests came back. Apparently, my liver enzymes are throwing a party, and I’ve got a GP appt first thing in the morning. No big deal, just some leftover health concerns from before the chemsex addiction era. You know, because when it rains, it pours. But who knows, maybe my liver is just a little too enthusiastic about life.
Happy Friday, everyone. Keep smiling, keep working, and for heaven’s sake, keep an eye on your liver enzymes. You never know when they’ll decide to go rogue.
