OK, let’s see… We’re supposed to be closing on the new house tonight (assuming the mortgage broker, underwriter, bank, and lawyer can all get their respective heads out of their butts), the wedding in exactly one month away, the next major product release, for which I need to draft something like 1000 pages of documentation, is scheduled to come out 2 days after the wedding and the damn engineers STILL haven’t finalized what the actual features and look of the product will be, and then there’s that pesky little war thing going on in Iraq that’s keeping me up nights with worry.
Other than that, though, life is pretty stress-free for me right now.
I have only been engaged for 3 weeks…
but in that short time I must have said…
“I don’t care… whatever you want” a good 53 times…
I have also been asked questions that I can not answer correctly…
I say yes… I get yelled at… I say no… I get yelled at… I don’t say anything… I get yelled at…
and to top it all off…
at work… we are rolling out 2 new systems at once… 1 new OS… and a new client management program…
We have 4 local offices…
and I am the ONE IT person to coordinate the whole f’ing thing…
and I work with morons…
My arrogant, condescending, self-centered father got into a car accident 2 weeks ago (THIS one wansn’t his fault). Unfortunately for me, he rented a house 2 minutes from me about 4 weeks ago. So I get to go over there every day (sometimes twice), buy his groceries, pick up his carry-out, etc., because my brother lives on the other side of town (and only has to show up on weekends). THANK GOD he found a cabbie to take him to the hospital at 6:00 a.m. (twice). It wouldn’t be so bad if he would actually say “thank you” and MEAN IT (it’s more like, “Oh, you do your job as my personal assistant so well. Carry on.”). If you wanna hear more about my dad, that’ll be a WHOLE separate pit thread.
My job finally decided to hire me on permanently (supposed to be end of 2002, the end of January, then end of March). They were kind enough to tell me on MONDAY, a whole week before I thought I might have to get a new job!!! (It’s a Japanese company, and they do things on their own sweet time. If you push, and they say no, they WILL NOT EVER CHANGE THEIR POSITION. So, I couldn’t risk it.) Thankfully, I was pretty darned sure that they would hire me, but you can never be sure.
And I’m going back to college for summer session (four years after I dropped out). My husband’s all excited, but, well, I screwed up the first time around - what’s gonna keep me from doing it again??? (A lot of things, I know, and I’m on some medication for that.) Every member of his generation of mom’s side of the family has a college education (many have more than that - three of 'em work at NASA), and it’s not that there’s any real pressure (they’re all very supportive), but my chemically-imbalanced brain perceives that there is an underlying…oh I don’t know. Even if they don’t “think less of me” for not being a college graduate, my brain thinks that they MUST. (Because that’s what depression is all about!!! Something MUST be wrong with me.)
I’m taking four upper division math courses this semester, so I can finally finish up my (now dual) degree. I haven’t done any heavy math since I finished up the 3-semester Calculus serires, back in 199(mumble-mumble).
I’m also waiting word on a potential scholarship that’s really sweet… I wasn’t in the first cut, but I’m in the alternate pool, and thusly I’m waiting to see if enough people backed out so that I can make it in. (I WANT OUT OF THIS AREA!!!) If this falls through, then I need to start scattering applications to the other schools participating in this program and seeing what pans out.
And, my SO lives in another state that’s too far away to do weekend trips to.
I need a private Lear Jet… yeah, that’s it…
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My bf lives 3000 miles away… i’ve not had sex for 18 months… I have a cold… my neck is killing me all the time and I’m on painkillers… AIM is a piece of shit that crashes when bf messages me… I have a meeting for half the day tomorrow and I would rather suck the sores off a tramps leg …
I have an exam tomorrow, an exam friday, a seminar at 9:30 AM on Saturday (for a class), a major lab report due next week as well as a research paper summarizing my work for the past 8 months. The place I worked at last summer isn’t organized enough to let me know if I am coming back this summer because it takes a 100 000 000 000 000 000 people to approve ANYTHING (but it was a good job), and so I’m basically twiddling my thumbs just waiting to see if they call back, and if I have the job, otherwise I’m going to desperately have to find something, and I am NOT EVER returning to waitressing! My money is slowly dwindling away, so the amount of stress relieved by getting this job will be HUGE. Then I have finals in a couple of weeks. I only have 3, but they managed to schedule my hardest one on the same day as another one, which is REALLY worrying me since I’m doing really poorly in that class. My insomnia (the acute transient one, not the chronic one) is back - I haven’t slept well in two days, and so I’m really on edge because of that. Last night (at 2am) I realised a MAJOr error in the calculations for my research project, which essentially doubles the yield of an UNWANTED product in my reactions…I feel really stupid because of it. And…well, I really shouldn’t be on the boards right now, but I need my dope fix!
I work at a museum. In addition to building a new annex (which has totally made a mess of the orginial building) we’re designing/installing a major exibit.
One exhibit involves basically furnishing an 18th century house, complete with dressing mannequins. It takes around an hour to dress each one because of the fragility of the clothing. We have to wear cotton gloves and take extreme care, because your finger can easily punch through the fabric. By the time a mannequin is dressed, I’m literally trembling from nervousness.
We also have to search through enormous storage areas for age-appropriate artifacts to display. For years, poor records were kept, so it’s much like searching Grandma’s attic for something someone thinks they remember which might be up there. Then, they must be cleaned and documented that they’re being used in the exhibt.
I was in an auto accident last year, and my back still hasn’t recovered from the impact. Carrying things, bending and stretching are very uncomfortable for me, and lately, those are the things my job have mainly consisted of. My other co-worker has been ill, so she is also limited in how much heavy labor she can put in. We’re a small museum, so unless we do it, it doesn’t get done-- which pretty much means that we grit our teeth and work through discomfort.
Worst of all is that our time is quickly running out. We only have a few more days to complete the exhibit before Opening Day. We also have to try to get the main exhibit areas in some semblance of order, which isn’t easy with dust and construction debris.
Well, Mrs. hrhomer and I moved into a new house, which used to be her grandmother’s, in August.
We moved from San Francisco, where EVERY STORE had up a help-wanted sign. I have 14 years of retail experience. I haven’t found a job yet, in an area of about 175,000 people. That’s distressing.
My wife is a teacher, and just barely supports us, but my unemployment ends in a few months.
She had a police officer in her room a couple of days ago to deal with an unruly student. This is anathema to her personality, and it has caused her, and therefore me, great problems.
The students in several of her classes are decent human beings, but many don’t care AT ALL if they fail the class. She described one of her classes as “A classroom full of predators. The people you least want to be around.” This distresses me, makes my guts churn.
The good stuff:
My Father-in-Law is a truly good person, and not hurting for cash, so is allowing us to live here basically rent-free, until I get a job and we can get a mortgage. The house is wonderful, with bountiful fruit trees and a charming back yard area.
Our marriage is rock-solid.
We have the two best kittens in the world.
I know that our problems aren’t world-shattering, but they’re still problems…
I have the most upsetting, frustrating job I can imagine, so I deal with huge, bitchy, work-related tangles on a daily basis, which have at times thrown me into a blind rage, reduced me to tears, and given me panic attacks. Also, since I’m an extremely shy person in what is basically a customer service position, my stress level is way the hell up there to start with…
BUT
I’ve had no major personal, domestic, or familial disasters of late, Im healthy, and I like my living situtation (though they did just raise my rent, which is not at all cool, since I was just barely breaking even, before).
So, all in all, I guess I’m doing okay. Shitheaded job and astronomical rent aside, I’m not too much of a stress mess, at the moment.
Best wishes to the stressed-out Dopers of the world. Take care of yourselves.
About a week ago, I was more stressed out than I’ve ever been. Things are looking up now, though!
My husband works for a major company that’s been mentioned in the financial papers a lot lately (if you know what I mean - and it’s not for having a saint for a CEO). I’m almost five months pregnant with a part-time job, filling in with some temp work. Our house has been on the market for over a year. He had a difficult employee whose situation I can’t go into on a public message board, but who was making his life extremely difficult. Our next door neighbor has continued to harass us about an alleged pinecone that may or may not have fallen on her car and damaged it. Her harassment includes filing a false report with the police stating that my husband threw dog shit at her and her elderly mother while laughing fanatically (oh, that it were true!). She has also called our real estate agent a few times in the middle of the night making all sorts of accusations (he, luckily, has had other dealings with her and is well aware of her complete insanity).
Things are working themselves out, though!!!
My husband has two job offers on the table - both are with great companies and are equally desirable.
The person at his work who was adding all sorts of stress is no longer there.
We finally got an offer on our house and are supposed to close in a few weeks (which not only makes our financial health better, but gets us away from the nutcase next door).
Our insurance company turned down the freak’s insurance claim and stated in writing that we are not legally responsible for the “damage” of which there is no evidence.
In our stress-filled days of last week, we wistfully talked about moving into a little apartment “like that one before we got married.” On a whim, my husband drove by there and the apartment was for rent! We move in two days before we close on our house.
I hope for all you stressed out people that everything works itself out and your luck turns around.
