This hasn't been a great week, health-wise or sleep-wise or work-wise, but it's been okay. Nothing major, anyway, just the usual ups and downs. At least I got to spend some time with Suzanne and my mom, on different days. So that's at least two good days out of, what? Five so far. If I could hit .400 I'd be in the Hall of Fame, as they say. As almost no one says, actually.
Work problems amount to more or less the usual chaos, but amped up a bit because of amped up tension between the Boss and his ne'er-do-well son Tim. Something one of them says will trigger a fight-or-flight response in the other, and before I can even get involved (which I am loath to do), there are threats that one of them will blow up the company.
And believe me, they both have that power, because their contributions are irreplaceable. One provides the funding that keeps us going during hard times (as well as the ability to get new work), while the other does the actual work. They could find someone to do what I do. It wouldn't be easy, but it could be done.
On the other hand, I need both of them, for the sake of my own security. I'm the one with nowhere else to go, and little likelihood of finding a safe haven, should the worst happen. That's why I'm grateful (not to mention relieved) that most of their threats are empty. Frankly, I worry more about Tim's general health and the Boss's driving skills than I do about the stuff that goes on between them.