AND DON’T PICK UP HITCHHIKERS

I’ve written and erased this post 3x already this morning. *rolls eyes* People at work are treating me like a fragile flower…I think they’re afraid I’ll burst into tears or something. I confess I was near tears a couple of times yesterday, but more because of shock and because of feeling that 4 years of working for something and building it up and making it good is about to disappear *poof* into thin air. People kept asking me how I was, and when I said okay, they would ASK ME AGAIN with an even more concerned look. Which just made...