Today at work didn’t seem all too productive. What’s worse is at lunchtime I went to complain about some treatment received by someone handling my claim at my insurance agent. (I just felt slighted and humiliated by this person.) I am hardly ever the kind of person to lodge a customer service complaint, so this sudden urge “to stand up for myself” actually surprised me a little.
I noticed after talking to the supervisor there that I felt worse instead of better. I wasn’t satisfied with the resolution over my treatment, but when I looked inward, I couldn’t answer for myself what would satisfy me.
So I’ve had this hollow pit in my stomach the whole rest of the day, and it’s colored everything. I’m going to my priest tomorrow, but I ask you all to pray for me now.