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essayelI'm finding it difficult to be up-beat, positive and creative at the moment. No one particularly bad thing is happening but lots of groan-worthy things are happening at once and pushing my stress levels through the roof.
July is the worst month for teachers. Being polite and not killing anyone all day at school means they have no reserves of tolerance left when they get home. We keep our fingers crossed that things stay gruffly monosyllabic with added eye rolling and occasional flashes of vicious sarcasm. Some people are better at walking on eggshells than others - who don't bother at all but say, "What the fuck's wrong with grumpy-pants?" well within earshot.
Work for once is no refuge because the new exhibition has thrown all our routines out of kilter and the 'management' has made it clear she doesn't give a fuck. When told by me that another member of staff is upset and anxious because she can no longer do the job she has been asked to do, 'management' shrugged and said 'tough, I'm more concerned with putting on decent exhibitions than keeping my staff happy', which IS true, up to a point, but did she have to then bugger off for 2 hours to have her hair done leaving one of the despised members of staff to field all calls and deal with all problems? I don't think so.
There's other stuff - bad back, sore joints, hands ache so typings a bore, can't think straight, can't even RP because I'm too on edge - but one final thing - I wish the dog would stop trying to fuck the cats! I really do. And so do they.
See what I mean. It's nothing. So I'm stressing for feeling guilty about being stressed over what are, when all's said and done, minor problems which will pass [I hope and so do the cats]. There are two or three dozen people on my flist who are qualified to comment with 'Huh! You think you've got problems! Just listen to MINE!!" and prove what a wuss I am. And yeah, I am, I'm unashamedly whining because, basically, that's what LJ is for - to vocalise the feelings that good manners require to remain unvoiced in real life.
And thank God for that. Now I've snapped and bristled here I'll be able to spend the rest of the day smiling and saying 'fine' when people ask 'how are you?' Manners are wonderful things.
July is the worst month for teachers. Being polite and not killing anyone all day at school means they have no reserves of tolerance left when they get home. We keep our fingers crossed that things stay gruffly monosyllabic with added eye rolling and occasional flashes of vicious sarcasm. Some people are better at walking on eggshells than others - who don't bother at all but say, "What the fuck's wrong with grumpy-pants?" well within earshot.
Work for once is no refuge because the new exhibition has thrown all our routines out of kilter and the 'management' has made it clear she doesn't give a fuck. When told by me that another member of staff is upset and anxious because she can no longer do the job she has been asked to do, 'management' shrugged and said 'tough, I'm more concerned with putting on decent exhibitions than keeping my staff happy', which IS true, up to a point, but did she have to then bugger off for 2 hours to have her hair done leaving one of the despised members of staff to field all calls and deal with all problems? I don't think so.
There's other stuff - bad back, sore joints, hands ache so typings a bore, can't think straight, can't even RP because I'm too on edge - but one final thing - I wish the dog would stop trying to fuck the cats! I really do. And so do they.
See what I mean. It's nothing. So I'm stressing for feeling guilty about being stressed over what are, when all's said and done, minor problems which will pass [I hope and so do the cats]. There are two or three dozen people on my flist who are qualified to comment with 'Huh! You think you've got problems! Just listen to MINE!!" and prove what a wuss I am. And yeah, I am, I'm unashamedly whining because, basically, that's what LJ is for - to vocalise the feelings that good manners require to remain unvoiced in real life.
And thank God for that. Now I've snapped and bristled here I'll be able to spend the rest of the day smiling and saying 'fine' when people ask 'how are you?' Manners are wonderful things.