The day I battled the houdini fly🪰
🪰 The Day I Battled a Houdini Fly
Today was… well, something else.
It all started when I was attacked by a fly. Not just any fly—this little menace had to be related to Houdini himself. He’d dive bomb me, vanish, then come back for round two like it was some kind of twisted game. It was downright infuriating.
Then the fly turned on Mikey—which, to be fair, he deserved after laughing at my hysterical flailing. Picture me jumping around, waving my arms, trying to protect myself from this unprovoked aerial assault. Mikey thought it was the funniest thing ever… until he became target number two.
Despite our heroic efforts, we never managed to squash the bugger. It felt like a full-on 911 emergency. And of course, when we texted Miranda to come rescue us, she was in the shower. Perfect sitcom timing, right?
Ryan, my boss, said he wants to sit down Wednesday and *have a talk.* And just to calm me down, he added, “Don’t worry.”
Now, Ryan… buddy… don’t tell someone autistic with anxiety not to worry. Because guess what? Now I’m definitely worrying.
He mentioned wanting to make me assistant manager and needing to go over a few things first. And yeah, I think I know what those “few things” are about. But honestly? I’ve been having a rough patch lately—med changes, health stuff, burnout, shutdowns, meltdowns… the full set. Adding this on top of it? It’s a lot.
Ryan told me Chaz is transferring to store 2191 to be their ISS. Which means I’ll lose him—my rock at work. And honestly? I don’t know how I’m going to handle that yet.
But for now? I guess all I can do is take it one moment (and one fly) at a time.
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