This building has had a long history of problems, but they have gotten pretty severe over the last several months. Severe to the tune of a horrible state inspection, management team firings across the board, and questions of the building's viability. I'm not expected to go in there and clean house, but to assist the person that they hired to do that.
I was honored to be asked, but also immediately stressed. What if I don't cut it? What if I'm not as smart as I used to be? What if I still don't have "it"? All this went flying through my head. I really had to take a step back and literally call my husband and talk to him about all these fears. In talking with him, I realized that it's not my head on the chopping block if they don't pass their re-survey....I'm just there to assist in any way I can. All I have to do is go down there and do that to the best of my ability, and everything will be fine.
Do that well, and the spectre of the chick who had the mental meltdown might just go away forever. That would be nice. And the money won't hurt.

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