Humiliation with a capital H

I experienced a humiliating blow last week.

I decided to use one of the perks provided to me by my work, the Employee Assistance Program (EAP). I consider the service a short-term, check your head kind of thing. I used it a few years ago when I was having difficulty, and since my work pays for it I decided to go again. It's a kind of short term counseling service. My recent negative spin was becoming ridiculous, so I thought talking to someone who could help me find a way to address the problem would be good. As I described my problem with the woman (whom I picked randomly from a list of names provided by the program), I realized that I had seen her somewhere before. Not only had I seen her at my work, I also saw her at a political caucus this past spring. I didn't find that particularly awkward, but something about her was very distracting to me. She was YAWNING throughout the whole session. I felt like pulling a Rodney Dangerfield and should have said, "What, are my problems keeping you up?"

Clearly our session helped, because I decided to be the bigger person and laugh about it. Then I cancelled our next visit.