Overwhelmed
It would seem that I have been promoted at work. It was slipped into yesterday afternoon's meeting and couched between office jargon such as 'restructuring' and 'refocusing' and 'increasing efficiency.'
Once my Jargon Translator kicked in, I realized what was really being said, and holy crap! My supervisor is going to be doing something completely different than supervising me and I'm supposed to just step in and take over her job while still doing my old job too.
Pair this with a really difficult personal decision recently made, and I have become Super Stressed And Overwhelmed And Sad Valette.
I went to the store late last night for socks. I hate socks, hate that Alaska requires me to wear socks, hate that my toes get cold because I was stupid and once almost frostbit them all.
I also dislike shopping, so one can imagine the fun time I had standing in the socks aisle last night. I stared at all the options, wondering how I would know that I wouldn't hate hate them. It took me a half hour, thirty minutes, to select one tiny pack of socks from a meager selection.
This is not a fun Valette to be. This is a Valette who is so overwhelmed she is paralyzed and unable to do one single productive thing. A Valette who cannot make the tiniest decisions. A Valette who wants to just crawl in bed and cry herself to sleep.
A Valette who cannot stop referring to herself in the third person.
Maybe they should add that to the list of "Signs your teenager needs HELP" commercials: Poor Performance in School; Substance Abuse; Thoughts of Suicide; Speaking in Third Person.
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Yeah, I can symphathize. And sadly, that's about all I can do right now.
Suffice to say that like most things in life, this is temporary and will eventually end. I like to catalog various "Things that could be far worse". Venting is actually also pretty darn effective. And when all else fails....
... nerf gun.
A wife. You need a wife. I haven't bought socks in years, nor would I even be allowed to.
You need to get over your funk and figure out how to wrangle a raise out of your "promotion". And I mean a bigger raise than "the man" is inclined to give.
Ha ha, the wife bit was funny... Make bridger have a turn at it.
Anyway, sorry it's the pits for you lately. Sending my hugs, wish they could make it better.
"No-sock-wearing-barefoot-to-the-earth -season" is approaching. Hang in there. I usually shed my stupid socks when I get home from work, and run the gravel/driveway/lawn barefoot for the summer. Filthy feet - caloused. Sometimes, I start my work truck in the morning in my bare feet at -5*. My boss is trying to "promote" me to a foreman within the year. WaaaaH! I can do it!??
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