It's Wednesday

Btw, I've been suspended from work till the meet up with the heads on Friday. I really don't understand what could have happened. Although I know God & me know I really did key it in. But still, it feels awful to be wronged & have nobody believe that you're innocent. All my colleagues, agency nurses... nobody believes me.

I keep repeating to myself that there'll be a conclusion on Friday, be it good or bad & that like the seasons, it'll pass. I don't feel comforted. There's a sick feeling in the depths of me, threatening to erupt.

In my daydream, they'll find the evidence I need to clear my name. & I'll watch as my supervisor stammer, being unable to choke out an apology. But I know in real life, even if they did find the evidence, she'll still pick on me, saying that there must have been something that I did wrong so they couldn't find the record in the 1st place. That's the kind of person she is. I swear!

In regards to the 1st aid kit list that was done but they thought I didn't do, she didn't apologise for the harsh words she said for everyone to hear. My colleague apologised for wronging me. I didn't hear even a word from my supervisor who wanted to write nasty emails & make me go back to my work place to do up the list. It was as if nothing has happened. Swept under the carpet. Just like the way she described me. That I sweep my mistakes under the carpet.