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dchenesLess worried about work, now. Thank goodness, because I really couldn't keep doing that and stay sane. I got read the riot act about a month ago for a string of mistakes I had made since New Year's. I had had a very bad three months that started with my getting sick during Christmas vacation and ended with my grandfather's funeral.
The way my life was going was: get up, shower, breakfast, go to work, battle a constant mental stream of "ohgodImadeanothermistakeI'mgonnagetfired" all day, go home, battle a constant mental stream of "ohgodnotthehallwayodoragain" every time somebody comes down the stairs until bedtime, go to bed, repeat ad nauseam. Literally ad nauseam, because it was giving me a stomachache. The last time I was this unhappy was before grad school.
I mentioned the constant mental soundtrack to my boss, who said that no, I'm not going to get fired. They like working with me. So I feel better.
My shoulders hurt, but my shoulders always hurt because they're always tense. Stress makes it worse, but it never really gets better. However, the stomachache has gone, and that's quite nice.
The way my life was going was: get up, shower, breakfast, go to work, battle a constant mental stream of "ohgodImadeanothermistakeI'mgonnagetfired" all day, go home, battle a constant mental stream of "ohgodnotthehallwayodoragain" every time somebody comes down the stairs until bedtime, go to bed, repeat ad nauseam. Literally ad nauseam, because it was giving me a stomachache. The last time I was this unhappy was before grad school.
I mentioned the constant mental soundtrack to my boss, who said that no, I'm not going to get fired. They like working with me. So I feel better.
My shoulders hurt, but my shoulders always hurt because they're always tense. Stress makes it worse, but it never really gets better. However, the stomachache has gone, and that's quite nice.
