So far today I've had two. One from the nagging faffy woman who is in charge of our department and recently rubs me up the wrong way just by looking at me, and the other from the manager who hired me but doesn't actually work in my office.

The first one involved being questioned about whether I still wanted to work here and if I needed any help with, and I quote, "hole punching or stapling" (talk about undermining my role in the office), and a nice little explanation into the hormones which are making me feel like shit. Thanks for that one.
The second 'little informal chat' was great - the office manager could not stop stressing that she was far more concerned with my health than my work, and was only concerned with my welfare.

We've agreed that asap we're gonna knock my hours down to three days a week til I feel more like working a full week again. I wish I could take Monday and Tuesday off cos that would mean I could go away for a long weekend with the boyf. But 3 days working and 4 days off sounds good to me, especially as I've told the club manager where I dance that I was taking time off as well. Good all round!

Feeling a lot more chirpy and positive today. I think at some point between Tuesday and last night I may have hit rock bottom, and can now see the light at the end of the tunnel. Either that or I'm just on a rollercoaster and I'm having a climbing day before I plummet again.

Either way I'm gonna enjoy the ride for as long as possible....