I am slightly annoyed with work these days. Nothing major at all. I am not unhappy, I like my agency, the people and my work, and I believe in the mission. Unless I am offered a high-paying job as a test dummy for a masseuse, I am not going anywhere.
It's possible that some co-workers heard that in my voice yesterday at a staff meeting but thought it was fear.
In their defense, I never talk during staff meetings, and my question/comment about what I'd do in an active shooter situation may have been more words strung together than some have ever heard out of me.
Basically, I was bemoaning the lack of a strategy for me if the unthinkable happened.
I came in today, and I got a strategy. I was told where to go, and several people said they'd look out for me or that they had to protect me. Not hearing well, I couldn't tell if any of those promises contained sarcasm, like if my sister were making the statement. "Of course, we have to protect Matt."
I even was told "don't fret."
I was much less annoyed at work.
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