What are YOU stressed about?

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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How the HELL am I going to find and rent a decent apartment in another COUNTRY in the next three months when I can hardly afford to fly over there, can’t rent a car once I get there, and can’t stay longer than Thursday evening - Monday evening because of work?

And once I get there, how the HELL am I going to support myself with the restrictions on my visa? With my boyfriend’s severe problems with diesel fumes, unless we can get together enough for at least a beater car, gas, and maintenance, we’re going to be nearly homebound in the winter and not much better the rest of the time.
Gaaah.

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We need to give the car we’ve been borrowing back, and while we have a great deal on one to buy, we do not have the $1200 it would take for a downpayment. If we end up having to give the car back tomorrow (a likely possibility), we’re screwed and without a car. :frowning:

I’m waiting on pins and needles to hear on some jobs I’ve been applying for, but several are with the state, and don’t close until 5/26 and don’t give call-backs for interviews until 6/1-6/3. Meanwhile, I’m quite sure I am some sort of job pariah, and that HR managers snigger behind my back.

The baby has been taking some disconcertingly large poos lately, and I fear for the structural integrity of the diapers.

The neighbors abuse their child horribly, and we have been calling the police and child welfare on a daily basis. Last night at midnight he was running around in only a diaper in the dark among broken cars and glass. The parents were drinking and fighting. Meanwhile, CPS says they are very backed up, but hope to have someone check the situation in a few weeks. A few weeks might be too much for this child’s health or our sanity.

Arrgh.
::ends rant::

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<Vent>

Work is driving me insane. If I have one more user ask me if it makes a difference whether CAPS LOCK IS ON I swear I will go fucking postal!

Or another user who tells me he can’t get into the system, but when asked, can’t even tell me WHICH system he’s trying to get into. He uses this system EVERY FLIPPING DAY but now suddenly doesn’t know what it’s called. Far out, I swear there’s times I’m amazed these people remember how to breathe.

Then there’s the tool who couldn’t get onto our system because it was undergoing regular maintenance. This regular maintenance has happened every sunday for the last 15 years. He claims it’s the first time it’s happened.

Look users, fuck off. Just fuck off! I’m swamped in work here, and you’re interrupting me every two fucking minutes because you can’t figure out “a” is different to “A”! Go away already!

</Vent>

Ahhhh that’s better!

Max.

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[Tiredness] Well, here I am…it’s 12-frigging-52 A.M. in the morning in Toronto. I’m studying for a history test that’s probably not even a page long. I’m also attempting to finish two of my three essays (two of them are for Independent Study Projects) so my tutor can check them tomorrow. I mean, today because technically today is tomorrow…or tomorrow is today?? :confused: But, the good side is, I have mild insomnia anyways, so working actually gives my brain an excuse to stay up and I’m actually doing something so it’s not too bad. [/Tiredness]

My science teacher is a stupid idiot. Wait, is there even another kind? [Napoleon Dynamite]Idiot![/ND]…Oh, gosh…

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My friend is going to be disowned by her parents this weekend, which will mean they will cut off all contact with her, she will no longer be their daughter, and all relatives will be forbidden to speak with her. She doesn’t know yet. Her parents don’t know that I know. So I have to call my friend and tell her what’s up so that she’s not caught in an ambush.

My secretary is not speaking to me. I have been giving her more work than usual the past two weeks, and while it is all appropriate, necessary, and can get done during regular business hours, it is more than she is used to and is severely cutting into her ability to make personal calls. Hence, every time I walk past her desk I get the evil eye. Every time I call her name, I get, “What now?!?”

My sister has miscarried twice in the last six months. We think she is pregnant again but are afraid she’ll lose it again.

Those are just the ones I can talk about. But compared to everyone else’s, I feel petty for even whining about 'em.

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Oooo. Where to start?

Well, hubby has been gone for 6 weeks. So he calls me tonight and PICKS A FIGHT!!! I mean, is really essential to tell your wife that you haven’t missed her at all, you nag too much, and you really don’t want to come home? Is this what I need? :mad:

Have I not been busting my ass to make sure everything at home base is taken care of? That there is money in the accounts to pay bills? Have I not been saying “Wow you’re working hard! I am too! Isn’t it great that we’re getting so much done?”

Not good enough I guess. It’s killing a piece of my heart because I know I’m doing my best. I know he’s gonna be grumpy when (IF) he gets back.

Tonight as he went on his little rampage via Verizion, I got all choked up. I mean, who wouldn’t? The person you count on most to be on your side is being an ass! So what does he say? “If you’re gonna cry, I’m just gonna hang up.”

Well thank you so VERY MUCH. Thanks for giving me that little verbal slap in the face. Thanks for taking all my hard work of the last 6 weeks and just trashing it. Thanks for getting me thinking about dumping your ungreatfull ass and finding someone who will LOVE ME UNCONDITIONALLY and not make me cry.

I HATE CRYING. It just makes me madder, WHICH LEADS TO MORE CRYING.

I want my mommy. I want her hugging me, rubbing my back, telling me I’m the smartest, sweetest, most wonderfull girl EVER. That there is someone out there who will love me like that.

Sniff I really am pretty spiffy person. Why can’t the man I married see that?

Maybe I should move out. Maybe I should just give him what he’s asking for. You want a divorce? Fine. I give up. I can’t figure out your little “mood swings” and your cruel comments. :mad:

It’s times like this that my depression just really kicks in. My brain is scooting around at mach 3, while all I want to do is sleep.

So, that is my stress. The big one. I have more if anyone is intrested. Councling not nessary, but recommended.

Help always needed, and accepted with open arms.

:Deep breaths. Deepbreaths. DEEPBREATHS:

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Now I 'm sitting here thinking… How am I gonna be able to get to sleep tonigh?
He’s still pissed at me, and I have no reason why. Just Lola= Bad I’m shaking a pissed and not happy, so how an I gonna come down?

Sorry my little vent of stress has turned into “THE BREAKDOWN OF LOLA GRANOLA”

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Get out of there, & take the baby with you.
Hide with friends.
If you can’t go to a Women’s Shelter, & explain your fears of kidnappings. Perhaps exaggerate a bit. It’s no sin if you help your kid.

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My long distance relationship. My current location. And I need to start job hunting.

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(((to everybody)))

For the past 18 months my Hubby’s been telling me, every couple of weeks, that he’s going to be laid off in the next round of cuts. He’s been wrong so far, but now there are fewer people left, so one of these days it will be him. He hates his job anyway & wants to quit, but I have to stay home w/these babies, he can’t do it. He goes through spells of deep depression, and there’s nothing I can do about it - except encourage therapy, which he finally doing. His mother is absolutely batshit evil crazy, I wish she would quit calling him, she only phones at his work.

Our apartment complex is going condo & they’re asking way too much for these units ($170k for 1000 sf 2-br? crazy!). So we need to move. We’re trying to wait until Hubby finds a new job, since it will definitely be far from here. In the meantime, they’re busy w/“improvements” to the property, meaning jackhammers outside my window & cement trucks & no more playing in the lawn w/the kids. And various yahoos who want to see our place.

I’m still bewildered by the changes in my life. I was rocking my daughter to sleep last night, enjoying the smell of her hair & the weight of her body & her soft little hands. And wondering what had happened to me, to the young girl who loved to draw and paint and was excited by the world and hopeful about what I might accomplish. I don’t want to lose that. I love my children so much, they’re my world, and I’ve lost myself for the time being.

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Why does Medicaid have to be so all-encompassingly confusing?

Mom’s suffering from a myriad of medical ailments and she’s 500+ miles from me. Yet she trusts me ALONE to handle the affairs of getting her qualified for Medicaid. Every time I think I’ve got all my bases covered, the Social Services division tells me that there’s yet another thing that needs to be addressed before she qualifies. But I can’t seem to find a list that defines what exactly one needs to do to qualify.
She’s in a nursing home and hates it there. She left her apartment three months ago to be admitted to hospital through the emergency room. Docs there wouldn’t let her go back home because she was living by herself; so my siblings and I rallied to get her into nursing home care. It really IS a nice place and they treat her well. However, her mental state ebbs and flows; from lucid to dementia and back, with no warning or seeming pattern. I get a phone call from her about once a week with her sobbing and saying "Get Me Out Of Here! and “I Want To Go Back Home!”. I’ve told her repeatedly that she’s now got no apartment to which she can return, and that starts another round of sobbing.
I’d love to have her come live with me, but that means moving her 500 miles away from her doctors, church, Eastern Star friends, etc. Her coming here would mean that her only support structure would be me. Whereas, in that nursing home, she’s still got lots of friends (and one of my sisters who lives close) that come visit her.
My brother whom I’d forgiven for past transgressions against me and Mom, seemed to be coming 'round and was setting up a room in his home (he lives a few miles from her) with Mom’s bedroom furniture, her rocker and her beloved carpet so that she could come spend weekends at his place every once in a while.
Turns out, he’s sold all of that and kept the money. When asked about it by my sister, he said “…I’m not gonna gonna give anyone that fuing money. It’s mine and I don’t have to give it to any-fuing-body.”
Great. I’ve turned the cheek only to have that one slapped too. GrizzWife is afraid that I’m going to punch him in the head when (if?) I see him again.

She may be right.

I’ve taken to punching the heavy-bag and the speed-bag at the gym as a way to relieve some tension.

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Starting work at 2am seven days a week (no time off with this one, even for illness) and finishing (the second job) around 4pm six days a week. On Sundays I get to finish completely by 7am.

No free time to speak of. No time with Nocturne. A month left with the night job.

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Mine’s mostly good anxiety, if there is such a thing.

After a long spell of unemployment, I’ve found a contract-to-hire job in my field, and doing something I actually want to do. I start Monday morning.

I’m just worrying that somehow I won’t cut it and make the “to-hire” part happen. I know it’s ridiculous, but I’m still a little apprehensive about it.

That, and I’m a little worried that my girlfriend will get upset and IMHO, be a little selfish that she won’t be seeing as much of me as before I got the job, and bitch about it for some reason.

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You know what I have to be stressed about? Not a damned thing. The money sitch is fine (not flush, but fine), I am thankful for my beloved and devoted husband, my family and friends are for the most part healthy and happy, I finally have some time and energy to devote to cleaning up the house, and I have the summer to finish my thesis, which is in better shape and proceeding at a better pace than it has in the past three years, that’s for damn sure.

So why am I tense, irritable, and obsessed with little things that don’t matter at all?

Well, I can probably tell you why: I was stressed about legitimate things for two solid weeks, and now that it’s all over, I can’t switch over to non-stressed mode. I’m having nightmares every night about events that occurred a week ago, and I find myself half-consciously worrying about completing tasks that are already done! They’ve been done for two weeks! And when I realized that it’s done and I don’t have to worry about it, do I feel relief? Do I relax? Noooo, my mind just starts casting around for something else to fret about.

ARGH.

I feel for the many people in this thread have real things to be worried about. Hang in there, kids.

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Wow… compared to some others in this thread, maybe I don’t have too much to be worried about. My heart goes out to lorinada and Rushgeekgirl, especially.

Here’s my week, for comparison: I play violin in the pit orchestra for a local ballet company’s production of Hänsel & Gretel, going up this weekend. The last rehearsal with just the orchestra was last Sunday, and tomorrow night and Friday night are the dress rehearsals with the dancers. 7:00-10:30, both nights, because there are several sets of performers. Then, two shows on Saturday (meaning I have to miss GingeroftheNorth’s party) and one Sunday. I also play in another local orchestra, which rehearsed Monday night, and the music is really confusing. It might sound like fun, but the H&G music isn’t Guys & Dolls or Tchaikovsky. It’s really hard, Wagner-style opera music, without singers, and I’m faking my way through too many parts for my standards.

It’s not so much “stressful” as it is worrisome that the performances won’t go well, or that I’ll have a serious problem with my wrists or hands after so much playing. Now back to other people with actual problems. :frowning:

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Health problems, health problems health problems. Looks like they are going to cut me again, for the third summer in a row. God, I hate going under the knife. On the plus side, I am losing alot of weight! :slight_smile:

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Ennui has settled in and I don’t give a crud about my job. This, of course, has led me to falling behind. A co-worker has left and we now have his caseload added to ours which pushes me further behind. I know I’ll snap out of it, I always do (it’s seasonal), but I hate it when I’m like this. I plan on getting things done, but like a two year old in Toys R Us, my attention gets diverted and I can’t get back into it. My boss has commented on it, and in her wonderful managerial style, has decided to bombard me with nasty e-mails regarding my uselessness. That helps. Not.

Dish Network is sucking eggs. When it was installed I was warned a few branches on a neighbors tree (behind his shed next to my fence) may interfere with reception. Since this past Sunday reception has been horrific. The ever so wonderful tech person I keep getting is rude, nasty, icky. Why would it suddenly start happening then? “I don’t know, ma’am”. Went to the neighbors house last night, cars there, light on. No one answered the door. I left him a message so we’ll see what happens. It just irk me that I was so psyched, and it was so nifty - for less than a week. It’s the story of my life. Seriously. The “joke” in my family is that I could be handed a bag full of gold and it would turn to ash in my hands. Just when things look up, it falls apart.

I started a thread a few weeks ago about my ex moving in. Well, his belongings are here, but I haven’t seen him. On the day he moved in, his girlfirend (the one he said he broke up with) and I had a long discussion. Many half truths and flat out lies were brought to light. So I have half a basement full of all of his possessions, but have talked to him for maybe two minutes since. His daughter is right pissed at him, and I can’t explain why her dad is acting like such a frickin’ pinhead. He has lost his best friend over this - J can’t tolerate the girlfriend and the ex has been lying to him quite a bit lately. Why can’t Emo get a clue? To add to that, I guess he’s been sucking up to her and not working as much as he usually does so he can spend time with her (she’s unemployed), so the child support has been non-existant.

Redneck Festival is coming up. One person always comes with who I cannot get along with no matter how hard I try. I just can’t stand the woman. We heard she may not be joining us (YAY!), and adjusted plans accordingly. Now she thinks she will be able to come. Her not being there was almost making me happy to go. But now? I don’t know whether I can tolerate it. She’s my sister’s friend and I don’t want to ruin their friendship, but I’ve remained relatively quiet for the past few years. I’m sick of her treating us like her peons. I hope I can keep my mouth shut, but I seriously doubt it.

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a stressful rift between myself and my roommate is emerging.

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Well finals are over and I’m done with all that crazy stress BUT…
When I applied for a loan to pay for my summer classes and also next fall and spring I found out that there is an error in my credit report from Verizon. :frowning: So now I have to wait until they clear this off of my credit (6-8 weeks!). Therefore I had to cancel my summer classes.

I also want to do research over the summer. I already met with the professor and he sent me the reading material and asked what my schedule is for the summer. I’ve emailed him twice in the past month, but have not gotten a response. :frowning: I’m not sure what’s going on. I’m going to email him again this week and maybe even stop by his office and try to catch him in person to find out what’s up.

I also want to volunteer at a hospital over the summer. I called four hospitals yesterday and can’t seem to get through to anyone at any volunteer department. What the heck! So now I’ve left messages and am still awaiting phone calls.

I’ve been done with classes for a week now and I need something to do before I get really lazy.

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Great word. Yeah, that’s it. Add to that big layoffs coming up in the next couple of months. I mean big. I’m not getting a warm fuzzy feeling from on high either, and my projects are tapering off due to expiring patents. They’ve already let the contractors go. I’m taking on other work, and our department did a big reorganization over the past couple years (that I survived) that some say might innoculate us somewhat from the axe. They let us know what the severance packages will be a few weeks ago. Doesn’t necessarily mean we’re getting cut, but no longer do I feel safe, and I got a family to feed.