I work for a social service agency located in a shopping mall. It's good for the clients, accessibility-wise and bad for the employees spending-wise. A mall is like a little city and all that comes with it. Monday there was a fire, necessitating a two hour evacuation. Tuesday there was a flood. We were betting on Wednesday. Cue the locusts.
Managing a social service agency involves looking after funding equating to 28 employee's jobs and contributing to a workplace that encourages good mental health practices. Other than knitting, my personal coping skill involves food and the mall has a food court. Need I say more? I allow myself the indulgence of stress induced eating, several times per year.
So this week, with a fire and a flood, we're managing over $100,000 in funding cuts. And I ate poutine. The epitome of Canadian junk food, fries with melted stringy cheese and brown gravy. Yumm. And I sought comfort in another Little Girl's Shrug:
Life's a Stitch 
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