Write, vent, rant about what you’re stressed about here! It doesn’t matter what it is, but if this will help you feel better, then go ahead and say what you want to.
Well, for me, I’ve got three essays to write, five final exams to prepare for, two performances for drama class to prepare for, my job to worry about, an art project, a project for accounting class and a test in Bible class to study for. And they’re all spread out over the next two weeks. But, it’s not all that bad. I’ve got a formal to go to on Friday and I’m going to go my friend’s birthday party on Saturday. I get Monday off due to Victoria Day. Hopefully, I’ll still have my sanity by June 8th.
My son is driving his kindergarten teacher crazy and vice versa. We’re looking at possibly having to pay about 2000 bucks for a decent developmental evaluation on our terms (not the school’s), if our insurance won’t cover any of it.
And my daughter’s pet betta fish–her first pet ever–is off his food. We’re hoping he’s just constipated, though.
I’m having a SERIOUS hassle with tickets for my regional theater – I seem to remember buying more tickets online than they have record of, which could just be my flightiness or could be their confusing online ticket-ordering system. I didn’t finish a (two-page) essay that was due today, I’ve got an article due of which I can’t get a hold of the interviewee, I’m spending far too much money on said regional theater tickets, and I can’t find a copy of today’s NY Post so I can frame the headline. (Journalism minor, former editor-in-chief – I could kiss the feet of whoever let that headline through to press!) An essay due tomorrow, another one on Thursday, neither of which I’ve started; two BBC Shakespeares to watch before they’re due on Friday; that can’t be all. Er, it’s a start! Hey-o!
Local dogs have narrowed down to one semi-distant dog, which barks intermittently every. single. day. It forces each day to begin with sleep-deprived rage. I get to work and have to stress about one particular workm…cow-orker who hasn’t an ounce of honesty/comradeship/shame when it comes to inflating his own reputation above those who out-perform him in every area. A guy whos sense of self-importance is disgusting beyond comprehension… He’s so repulsively self-important that he just can’t see everyone around him doing nine-hundred percent of the work he does while taking ten percent of the credit from the outside world. It takes sheer fucked-headedness to be able to create such a situation.
Where was I? Oh yeah… why I’m stressed out. I’ve mentioned the barking, and the fucktard at work. What else is there? There’s the self-destruct-in-progress life I’m living. I drink heavily to dull my senses for the morning after’s barking. Whenever I take a break from drinking I get zero decent sleep and the barking (and remaining other noises) are all the worse when they begin.
There’s also the preasure from new boss to sort out many many things… one of which is fuckwankshitbollocksface’s betrayal of people who welcomed him into their friendship.
And the presure, as the person who seems to be the most intelligent, to sort out all the hundreds of little problems with the company.
Salad sausage beer I want a year off and a lottery win and a life worth living. I want to be Peter Molyneux not Peter Lobley. I want to be doing something that will put my name in print. Not something that fuels brain destruction.
Work… I’m swamped and just can’t get on top of a couple of things. Deadlines are looming large.
My divorce… why can’t it just be done and over with… Fuck!
I’m waiting for something to happen. Some event. Don’t know what… but I know it will. It’s like waiting for the other shoe to drop… I’ve got a gut feeling about it.
The governor of my state wants to fire me. But in a rare show of bipartisanship, the the Pubbies and the Demos are uniting to oppose him.
It’s still not a done deal, but it seems probable that the state legislature will nix my dismissal.
No, really! The Gov wants to privatize Prison health care and fire all docs on the state payroll. His announcement of his plan came a week before the New York Times Sunday edition had a front page story: “Privatization of prison health care often a death sentence”. Damn, that was good timing!
The Legislature is not buying the Gov’s argument and looks like they won’t go along with it.
The man I love, the father of my four month old baby, announced last night that he wants to go back home to Mexico and he doesn’t understand why I don’t want to go live in a cement block hut the size of my living room with no electricity or indoor plumbing not to mention a whole f’ing country away where I don’t speak the language…
and I’m freaking out because I have a feeling he is going to leave me.
And God knows I love him, but I couldn’t stop thinking last night “what if he took our baby?” would I ever find her if he took her?
And what will I do without him? I mean not just the love and all, but financially. I have no job, no car, and two children to feed. I know I CAN do it, I just don’t know how.
I almost want to push him out the door just so I can quit stressing over the future.
That felt good. I really needed to tell someone about it.
My SO of three years and I broke up last week (finally - but the timing was so bad).
My daughter’s father contacted us after 13 years (he’s never met her), said he’d get a phone and call in a few days, and now it’s been nine days.
At work, one of the social workers went on maternity leave last month and the remaining three of us have split up her caseload.
Summer graduate classes are beginning with three classes in the next four weeks, then a practicum with nightly field experience for another four weeks.
Needless to day, I had to go back on my antidepressants. (I went off them for the pregnancy) They stress me out too, but not half as bad as when I’m off them.
There are good things too, … but that’s the stress things.
I’m moving to St. Louis, MO from Boston, MA come mid-August. I’m very happy to do it because it means I’ll get to be with my fiance full time after being long distance for over a year, but I’m worried, too. What if I don’t get a job? I have savings and will have more by the time I move, but I don’t know how long they’ll last, and I’d really like to put that money towards wedding and honeymoon stuff. I was lucky in Boston to get a job pretty quickly after graduating, that pays well and has great benefits, but I don’t know how well I’ll do there. He’ll help support me, but he’s a grad student so it’s not like we could do that for a long amount of time.
Also, I’m going to have to plan a wedding from halfway across the country - we’re getting married in NH, where my family lives.
I know it’ll be worth it in the end, but I’m mostly worried about the money…
Rushgeekgirl, just saw your post. Ghod, that sucks. My thoughts go with you and your family, and I know how hard it feels to walk into the unknown. But you can and you will do it if need be, for your little one.
And, DON’T let him take her!!! Hide somewhere if you have to!
I am waiting to here back from a company after a series of interviews. They contacted me. I have interviewed with five people people so far: HR person, tech person, hr psych person, and two tech managers. I very much want this job, and I don’t know when they will call back. The most recent interview was this morning. ARRGGHH! the waiting!!! I should know by the end of the week. Every day is going to be torture.
One of my cow-orkers hasn’t shown up for work for two weeks. She’s not getting fired for it because her husband asked her for a divorce and she had a meltdown. I’d love to have sympathy for the woman, but I’m on the verge of my own mental breakdown, what with my work, plus much of hers to do now. Not to mention the special edition I’m trying to finish in addition to all the regular work.
Speaking of breakdowns, our file server took a shit today and we lost most of what we needed to do this week’s newspapers. Which wouldn’t be so serious if it wasn’t deadline day. Another cow-orker had to drive to the Mac technician an hour and a half away to have it fixed, and didn’t get back until 5. At least we got the stuff back, and I’m finally home. Can’t wait 'til tomorrow.
Im stressed about the exam I have in 12 hours time (I know thats why Im online… Ive been stidying since early this morning and I need a break) anyway, I cant decide if I know enough or should I pull an all nighter and study some more, or should I sleep for a few hours and get up early, but then what if I over sleep? And if I do stay up all night, what if im absolutely exhausted in a couple hours?
Sorry, I rambled. Stupid Managerial Economics, why am I doing an economics degree, why?!
I live somewhere I hate but stay here because it’s a sweet deal. Too bad I can’t get through a day without fantasizing about bludgeoning a housemate. And I lost my temper last week and socked one of them in the head, giving me no cause of trouble now. I’m pissed off at myself for losing control and making my existence harder because of it.
The Perfect Job just popped up on the Getty Villa website. I’d (barely) qualify for it if I were in school this year. Oh well, I don’t know how I’d get to freaking Malibu everyday anyways.
I am just very grr, but now that I’ve written it down, I feel like a wuss for being stressed about it all.
Basically I’m in a position where I’m having to marginalize the only really good things in my life–my part-time job and my (long-distance but very much loved) boyfriend–in favor of trying to do a master’s thesis I haven’t even started in a field I no longer give a flying fuck about by the end of July in a location I dislike so that I can get some kind of “completion” out of my year of grad school before going back to my comfortable home state and a warm pair of arms and imminent matriculation into a Master’s program in something I already know I will enjoy. I have spent two years periodically breaking down from trying to convince myself to want this and I hate it and it’s paralyzing me.
The story is actually longer and more complicated, but I’ll spare you more whining.
Trying to make some important decisions about my future. Where to live, where to work, whether to specialize with more schooling. And once I decide, how the heck do I make it all happen?
Going to take a detour while on a trip next month, to meet someone I’ve been talking to online. He’s perfect (so far) but too far away. That’s a good kind of stress but I’m very nervous.
7 months left until a massive change of life for me and it’s freaking me out!.
I am opening a business very early next year, I bought and paid for the land but I still need:
A house and
A building for the shop and
A septic tank and
A water well and
A concrete (or asphalt) driveway (110’ long) and
A parking lot and
A pad for the trailer (excuse me “manufactured housing”) and
About 1,150’ of 6’ chain link fence (with 2 drive through and 2 walk through gates) and
Grass (it’s raw land) and
22 Pecan trees (for the AG exemption) and
The list goes on and on and on…and on…and on some more.
So I mortgage my self to the eyeballs to pay for all this stuff and then immediately quit my job, that’s my plan, scary eh kids?. In the meantime I am working an assload of hours in an attempt to come up with adequate savings to impress the Business loan guy. So until the end of the year I have basically no life (as some of you know I work 84 hours a week and I’m seriously thinking about asking for some more work).
