Since joining my new shift, my workload has become heavier. My life, of course, is more stressful now. Once again, I am clocking-in an additional two hours everyday to finish all my tasks. I don’t know if I should welcome this change. Yes, I am tired everyday, but I am more productive. I must admit that I was too relaxed in Q4. I did not give a hundred percent to my team back then, and I am thankful they understand. I will definitely make it up to them this quarter.
Anyway, right now I am so stressed that I can’t get up to get myself some lunch. My team is on lunch. I am left here because I am so fucking dizzy, and there are no Lazy Boys left for me to rest in at the quiet lounge. It seems that half of the lunching population is more interested in catching Zzz’s instead of stuffing up on KFC or McDonald’s Value Meals.
So I’m dizzy and I’m thinking I must have high blood because my nape and shoulder area are really tense. I don’t want to move around at all. I feel like I’m about to throw up anytime, but I don’t have any plans of getting my blood pressure checked in the clinic. Why? Because I’m never diagnosed with high blood pressure. In fact, even as I was giving birth via C-section, my BP was perfectly normal, and I could hear the doctors and nurses discussing how surprising that was, considering that my baby was already distressed.
Wait. Maybe I am just super stressed. That’s it. I think I have the “Hurried Woman Syndrome.” I am always in a rush even when I am just at home getting ready to go to the mall or some place unimportant.
I still have problems sleeping. I still rely on Diphenhydramine HCI for a few peaceful hours.
What are my stressors? Pressure in the office. Deadlines. Team Performance. Images of Denver’s whore. Phone calls from the whore’s best friend (Wild Black Boar). Denver’s temper. Budgeting. Loud people around me. I have a lot of stressors, but the rest are really minor, and I think I have learned to become more tolerant of things I detest. Proof is the picture of the slut in my blog site. See what I mean?
This entry doesn’t really have a purpose, like most of my entries. I am really just consuming my lunch-hour. I could make a point though. Sometimes, people embrace stress to cope with heartbreak, frustration or disappointment from past and present. I think I am ready to pour myself into my work again, because sulking over shit is so done! Time to get your act together Hurried Woman!
Anyway, right now I am so stressed that I can’t get up to get myself some lunch. My team is on lunch. I am left here because I am so fucking dizzy, and there are no Lazy Boys left for me to rest in at the quiet lounge. It seems that half of the lunching population is more interested in catching Zzz’s instead of stuffing up on KFC or McDonald’s Value Meals.
So I’m dizzy and I’m thinking I must have high blood because my nape and shoulder area are really tense. I don’t want to move around at all. I feel like I’m about to throw up anytime, but I don’t have any plans of getting my blood pressure checked in the clinic. Why? Because I’m never diagnosed with high blood pressure. In fact, even as I was giving birth via C-section, my BP was perfectly normal, and I could hear the doctors and nurses discussing how surprising that was, considering that my baby was already distressed.
Wait. Maybe I am just super stressed. That’s it. I think I have the “Hurried Woman Syndrome.” I am always in a rush even when I am just at home getting ready to go to the mall or some place unimportant.
I still have problems sleeping. I still rely on Diphenhydramine HCI for a few peaceful hours.
What are my stressors? Pressure in the office. Deadlines. Team Performance. Images of Denver’s whore. Phone calls from the whore’s best friend (Wild Black Boar). Denver’s temper. Budgeting. Loud people around me. I have a lot of stressors, but the rest are really minor, and I think I have learned to become more tolerant of things I detest. Proof is the picture of the slut in my blog site. See what I mean?
This entry doesn’t really have a purpose, like most of my entries. I am really just consuming my lunch-hour. I could make a point though. Sometimes, people embrace stress to cope with heartbreak, frustration or disappointment from past and present. I think I am ready to pour myself into my work again, because sulking over shit is so done! Time to get your act together Hurried Woman!
Written on Jan-23
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