FRIEND! BUDDY! PAL!!! WHO HASN’T BEEN THERE!! One time I fucked up so bad I had to be on Work Probation aka Please Give Us An Excuse To Fire You for like three months. IT HAPPENS. It’s ok to feel like balls about it, but it is not the end of the world. HONESTLY if my experience is any guide you won’t be able to stop feeling like a poopcake about it for a little while, so no point in telling yourself that it is going to be fine. It IS, but for right now it’s ok to just indulge your feelings of BLARGH. No drinking and no cats means you have eliminated 2 of my main coping mechanisms, but you can still employ some of my others: 1. GROANING OUT LOUD, just huge grunting bellows possibly accompanied by deep squats, and 2. Indulging Other Non-Violent Impulses. Make urself a bath, or order takeout, or follow some other impulse that’s not about doing violence to yourself. I LUV U, U WILL BE FINE
I’d just like to take a moment to leap in, a year in the future, and point out that I have literally no memory of what this fuck-up was. In case I ever forget that these feelings pass, always.
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I did a big fuck-up at work, like, reprimand-level, and I feel no impulse more strongly than to fling myself on a sword and fire myself for the Good of the Office, which even despite the bigness of the up-fucking is a disproportionate response. I stopped drinking and I don’t have cats to put on my head. Pls advise.
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