Chemo day – that will be number 11 of the overall and number 7 of the 12 Taxol. Yipppeeeee!!

And things have got so bad at work I am genuinely looking forward to chemo today. I get to leave early, hang out with the lovely Fadwa (and The Man of course), get mildly stoned, come home and watch Netflix. 

I fly home this day next week – another yipppppeeeee! I am debating whether to write off sick here until then – mental stress. And I would not be lying. I am awake every night, sobbing last night, with the stress of what is happening at work. After 7 months of working pretty much unsupported trying to sort this shit out, to then have the vultures arrive (who I thought were the rescue party) is just too much. 

The office yesterday was awful – the tension palpable, people asking if they are going to lose their jobs, most times I walked back into the ‘war room’ people stopped talking. Clear tension between the HQ team and me, people averting eyes. You get the picture. The man guy is still being normal to me – but I am not sure if he is a sociopath… And worse for The Man as we are 99.9% sure he is going to be fired.

I think I may need legal advice on this. Because I am genuinely not joking about the stress and negative impact of this. I’m on a US contract based on Californian law, until end of May and I really don’t want to just walk away and leave myself in the shit again before then. I have worked so incredibly hard for them that for the first time in my life I feel like I am owed. Food for thought. Given right now I don’t have the energy to get out of bed to pee it may take a while….