So I decided to put a new bag in the trash can under my desk. My supervisor enters the room and sees me on my knees, and proceeds to stop in his tracks. I look over to him and freeze with this guilty expression on my face, especially since I know what’s coming. Ten seconds later...
“Jaclyn?”
“Yes?”
“What did I tell you about being on your knees at work?”
My coworker across from me loses it while I turn red, followed by me telling her to shut the hell up.
My supervisor goes out of his way to make me laugh on a daily basis, since I suffer from chronic depression and passive suicidal ideation. He saw the cuts on my arm when I accidentally rolled my sleeves up one day, and encourages me to not resort to things like self-harm.
I’m glad he makes me laugh. It always makes me feel better.
Anyway, I hope you’re all well.
Chat later.
- Jaclyn ❤️
