Overall the day really wasn't horrendous

 I guess that's kind of like sometimes with Ron I would say "At least he didn't hit me in the face".  

Anyway the spicy boss was there all day.  She was having some personal issues.  I wouldn't share anyway but also due to OPSEC (personal privacy and security).  If I say too much things can be figured out and that would be very bad.

So the boss is having a hard time.  I respect that, we all do.  I was OK with the depression today but Chief Snitch sniffed out her weakness and did some ugly, manipulative things that put Jefa (lady boss in Spanish) in a bad place.  

And I was "it".  I had to explain, yet again, I can do the thing only if I have the equipment.  She actually, at one point, said "That doesn't matter" caught herself, and said something along the lines of "I am really struggling today".  

She got me the equipment and I did the HECK out of "the thing" until even she was happy.  She left me alone after more dire threats.  

But God's enabled me to see she is operating from a place of fear and pain.  God will give you amazing peace but you have to let him use your pain for His Glory.  I hope I have done that myself.  But I can't say this to her because I'm her subordinate.  But she did say "You are very sweet, Heather" which I thought was a lot coming from her.  

So I got through the day, fled like someone lit me on fire, got out to the bus stop.  The homeless guy who works the corner said "Don't get too close" (not that I had planned!) "I've been really sick lately".  So I stayed away.  

The bus came.  I got to the transit center.  An old lady got off my bus and followed me to my next one, looked right at me and said "You know where I need to go".  She clearly had dementia and had "escaped" as she was clean and well groomed, albeit a little disheveled.  She was very, very, confused.  The bus driver and I were able to figure out her home address which I pulled up on Google maps and got the bus she needed to take to go back.  It was exhausting and brought up very, very, bad memories I would rather forget.  

It was so bad I had thought about texting Buddy (just a happy new year thing) and decided against it.  And of course I had a good while riding home to think about who's going to look for me when I wander off?  Right now, no one.  That added an unpleasant seasoning to my PTSD and depression.  

I got home and laid down, #6 had fired up his music.  OK I got up.  I paid the HOA fee.  I don't have much left but I have that covered.  

I'm going to make some pasta for dinner!