Yeah I am halfway through my first of four 11 hour work days.. today is longer because it's split, and I'm sleep deprived because I was up all night obsessing over things I thought I had buried.. came home just now to an angry note because I had used someone's favorite coffee cup and not returned it, because a mug is a mug is a mug and technically they all belong to that person, I don't really care, quite frankly after the moron-filled day I had, the picture on my coffee cup is far from my biggest concern..
I don't get to avoid all my triggers.. which on days like today is just everything.. The only real threat to my sobriety is my decision to pick up another bottle. There will always be triggers, like morons who lock themselves out of supply rooms and people who leave nasty notes because you moved their cheese...
I hate my life and I'm smoking like a fiend, but I'm sure not gonna drink.