For the last three weeks, all I could think about was that I had screwed up at work and everyone hated me. I finally wrote about it this morning because I was literally was no longer sleeping because of it. Just getting it off my chest in GT made me feel better, but people told me I had to tell my bosses rather than let them find out on their own.
So I sent an email out to my board spinning my mistake in a very positive (Marketing YAY! PR YAY! Research YAY!) way, then I sat back and waited for the phone calls to ring in.
Nothing. Not a word. Nary a whisper from my board.
I've worried too long to really believe that I'm in the clear - it is the first Monday back from holidays and maybe my email ate itself - but I have this incredible sense of relief that it's out there, and shame that I let something so small affect my precious sleep. I was starting to self medicate with Benadryl to sleep, for reals.