Everything is piling up right now and stress is taking over.
Yesterday I couldn't even go pee without returning to my office to find at least three people waiting for me.
I couldn't pick-up the phone to make an outgoing call because it wouldn't stop ringing long enough for me to do so. I had people trying to 'help' me, but all I wanted to do was tell them to go away and get away from my desk and computer because my heart was clenching so tight in my chest I was sure I was going to pop a vein.
I told people if they didn't need something to go away, I didn't have time for ideal chit-chat.
There were no smiles and there were no laughs coming from me yesterday. Or really in the last two weeks.
I think I scared a few people.
They certainly were timid in approaching my desk.
GGGGrrrrrrrrrrrr
Part of it was because I had only had two hours of sleep that night and I had reached a new level of stress that I don't want to know or reach again anytime soon.
Work is ridiculous but it will subside in another week or two.
School is beyond absurd at the moment and will be over in December.
Yesterday in the midst of my day I was told by Comb-Over Cal that I was crabby.
Now, Comb-Over Cal is in his mid-50's and should have retired 20 years ago. He is always crabby and his initial reaction to everything is to tear someone apart and sue the remains of the person he has shredded into tiny bloody little bits and left on the floor.
For some reason he and I get along.
I think it's because of my cynicism and I'm sure a big reason is my no nonsense approach to people. Basically, if I have a problem with someone or something I will say it to their face.
He appreciates this.
But to be told by Comb-Over Cal that I was crabby? Oh, hello, Kettle.
My mood instantly changed.
However, work is still ridiculous and school is still absurd. Plus, you know, life outside of work and school right now.
I'll explain why when I think my blood pressure can take it.
.......and back to Shakespeare. He's dead, right?
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*big hug*
Call me if you need to vent.
Or perhaps for phone sex.
That'll relieve some of that stress! ;P
I don't get the "kettle" part, though.
deep breath....in....out....
apparently the changes are drastically affecting you too...hopefully soon, the intial chaos will wear off, for both of us.
Jay: funny enough, I was thinking the same thing.
Thanks, Love
P: That's the pot calling the kettle black.
aero: I am so right there with ya.
GG: that's what I'm talking about! Me, you, a fruity drink, and some hot boys: when do we leave?
Hey, I was thinking that the "kettle" analogy had more to do with your ire about to boil over.
Pressure building. Steam rising. Until finally, your kettle starts to whistle and people start ducking for cover.
Know what I mean?
Okay, so I'm retarded. Just forget it.
I am so proud of you. All this crabbiness and not once did you play the PMS card. You're all growns up and you're all growns up.
Grumble grumble yes yes. So, where are the flesh pictures?
Oh, your last comment volley on mine was so funny, I actually almost fell off my chair laughing. Well done!
I'm the one with blood pressure issues, don't you dare try to infringe on my copyright!
Aww! I hope things cool down soon for you, 'cause it really doesn't sound like you're having much fun with the work that's coming your way.
Neil: Work was better on Thursday, and even more so on Friday. It should be better this week.
OMC: Your analogy works also. In fact, that's exactly how I was feeling on Wednesday.
Vagina: PMS had no part in it. PMS is never a factor for me.
...well except in cravings.
and men have PMS just as much, if not more, than women.
Tom: How, oh, how, did I know that's what your response was going to be?
I think you only like me for my nakedness.
My boobies specifically.
That's okay. If you have to like me for something, naked boobies I can live with.
On the volley: was it the lunch comment or the humble one? They were both pretty good. Just sayin'.
py: Me, too. Me, too.
If I feel up to it I'll explain the bs with school later this week. It is such deep, deep bs right now. That was the main source/cause of the stress. Work I can handle. The first couple weeks are always the worst. It's a cake walk after that.
Angry: take it up with my lawyer.
Deborah: I went out with my gays this weekend. It's aazing what my gays can do for me in terms of my stress level.
Because I like boobies? And, Bub, I like you for so much more.
The volley in it's full unedited volume.
Sex:
Let me give you fair warning, you are messing with a future lawyer. The results for you could be disastrous. Or sexy! Bad Simpsons reference, I know . . .
you're just being silly now, that's what a girl with PMS would say.
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