My workplace is rough. I regularly interact with an at-risk population. Some days I wonder how I make it through. The adrenaline rush compares to ducking from a fastball aimed at the ear. When I cannot get out of the way, the ball hits me square in the temple.
I use a single-stall bathroom at the end of my hall as soon as I get the chance at 12:45 p.m. I go in. I deadbolt the door. I pretend not to hear the commotion coming from outside. I splash cold water on my face. I sit on the toilet but not always to poop. I don't always pee either.
I sit on the toilet to put my head in my hands and rub my eyes with my palms. I think about how incredible my sanctuary is.
"This is awesome," I say out loud. I wonder how many of my coworkers do the same thing.