I’ve always thought that the people who say “God only gives us as much as we can handle” are out of their minds. On the off chance that there is any truth to that saying, then God must think I’m a strong son of a bitch. I’m sitting in my office at work and I’m shaking and turning red from stress. Coincidentally, I was at the doctor earlier this week for what appears to be an ulcer.
I’d been doing reasonably well with managing work stress. Having changed a little bit about how we do our jobs, mine had actually become far less stressful. However, the company I work for being what it is, they found a way to pile the stress back on. It’s currently 2pm. I haven’t moved from my chair since I sat down at about 9am. No food, no bathroom breaks, just me getting call after call of people yelling at me about situations that are beyond my control.
I know. I’m whining. If you’re already exhausted with me, stop reading now.
My awesome employer has also decided to cut my pay. This isn’t related to a performance issue. It’s just I’ve been working on the weekends and getting paid a premium to do that. They’ve decided to recalculate that premium and it results in significantly less money for me.
Right about the time all of this happens, I tell my landlord that the boyfriend has moved in with me. I’ve lived in the same apartment for 6 years. I don’t cause problems. I fix stuff myself and he’s always gotten my rent on or before when it’s due. However, because I have my boyfriend living with me, he wants us out. We’re now looking for a new place to live.
The other small issues to consider of an ill boyfriend who is also trying to find a job in this crummy job market, an ill mother whose car is about to fall apart and will likely require my finding some way to help her replace it, and making some attempt to take care of myself are just the other brief things I’ll need to attend to today.
Thank GOD I have plans for drinks after work. And maybe through a prayer of thanks for bourbon, he’ll take the hint that I’ve really, really had enough.
