With the short week, even with an intern helping out, we're still a shade behind at the pharmacy.  So tomorrow I get to work a rare Wednesday session.
As far as trying to judge career paths goes, on the surface this means I should be cursing my luck to an extent because it does cut time I ought to be spending on rebuilding my resume and other, related stuff.  But in my heart, I know it doesn't matter right now.  I'm having too much trouble getting over my fears for any kind of progress to be so much as worth my time, and I basically got away with a black one earlier in the week when my dad asked if I had worked on my resume and I said a little.  The truth is that I haven't.  At all.  And with my anxiety over getting hurt still at a dangerous level there seems no incentive to start anytime soon, even if I have been working with a friend privately about this, it just feels like there are still gaping holes to fill that won't have easy answers because my guard feels like it has to be maximum all the time, which is at times making me go a bit batty.  And cranky.  And other things like making falling asleep difficult.
Lots of questions, but not enough answers yet...nowhere near that, it feels like....(sigh).