Ah.
Well.
That's great.
But I guess all's well that ends well, though. I never actually felt any pain over there which is why I almost just canceled the appointment for that otherwise unseen and unfelt cavity.
Was an otherwise uneventful day yesterday.
Finished up Barry, which by the end of it, I was thankful that was the last season (there's only four).
The predictability was getting more and more rampant, and as much as I do love me some Bill Hader, his role in this was largely a directionless, seemingly dead-inside hitman, so... his shiny moments were largely few and far between.
Alex reached out to mama bear last night asking if I was causing her stress at work, and what I could do to alleviate it.
Waking up and seeing the messages, I cringed a tiny bit, but I gotta say, I agree with the sentiment.
When I was in a supervisory role, I would've loved for junior folk to ask me the same questions.
Because man.
There were so damn many of them that could've made such seemingly tiny changes (e.g., showing up on time to work, ready to go).
But they never did.
And because I don't like confrontation, I generally opted to find ways of excusing their behavior.
And man.
That shit was killing me.
Anyway.
Almost Friday.
Which is fantastic.
Because I'm exhausted.