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Dad dropped a pile of bills on my table. His finances set me in either a panic attack or anxiety attack...or maybe both. He doesn't get it and must think checking accounts are magic. Upset me so much that I really can't make things...

I had an okay interaction with my boss. It's a start. She is taking work on from the person she has overloaded so is short tempered. I have been reaching out to other areas to try and get info and support without bothering the boss... and she saw that. While I am not fond of the phone i still can make phone calls and I communicate well via email in a work environment (even if it doesn't show in my journaling)

I am also picking apart the new reporting process that I have been given. The written procedures are terrible and wandering...it's like trying to get to California by going to Egypt... The boss asked if I had engaged my back up... I did invite her, but she was doing her collage homework... and the boss turned from my desk and saw the homework on her computer.