Breakfast on Vacation (green & pink)

I'm not on vacation, it's just my second day off in a row (the store is closed Sunday).
I've been feeling generally frazzled & frayed, and when Marz suggested I need a vacation, I decided to make today a day for fun, not errands.

(I've taken a few days at a time off work, here and there, to move or to heal from an injury, and a few times I've gone for a couple/three days to Duluth, but I haven't had a proper stretch of vacation since before Covid.
Probably like most of us, eh?)

Starting my Vacation Day with cookies for breakfast, on the pink milk-glass plate. Doesn't the pink look great with the green plant? I found that plant as a cutting set out for free on my first week here in apartment 320. It's 3x bigger now.

Kia Sorrento ^ is just displaying the cookie. She can't eat a cookie--she's a doll! Dolls can only eat, like, maybe three sesame seeds.

These are the SOS biscotti I made yesterday--I kept a few for myself and gave most to the upstairs neighbor.

I made them with Bob's Red Mill whole-wheat pastry flour, for the first time. I don't like it as much as white flour for cookies, turns out, but I have five pounds of it now.
I'll be making bread this fall!

When Marz suggested a vacation, my brain leapt to "quit your job".
I was surprised at how instantly appealing that was.
I love my job is so many ways.
But there's no doubt that day after day of seeing customers in dire need, and--worse--seeing people suffering on the street doing active harm to themselves and others--it wears me down, and my coworkers. Some days we're rubbing against each other's thin skin, and that doesn't help at all.

And I'm angry that management (who suffer the same way) does nothing to support staff in dealing with the unique stressors of the workplace (or the shared ones of the world).
If I were a manager, I'd try some healing/ supportive techniques...

I am not in a position to do this officially at work: I run into the resistance of management.
And I do NOT want to step up at this workplace. The most uppity-up levels (the board and the exec. director) are not in synch with my pov.

It'd be a mistake to leave this job (at this point).
But I do need some new approaches to living with it.

Vacation up first!
I'm going to start by taking the metal shoe trees to the Lake Harriet beach now, to see if they'll stand up, propped in the sand.

You all take care now!
Keep breathing...