Stress, Pt. 2

[qos]

The Bad News is that most of my day felt pretty much like my morning. There was a huge project due today for which I have been performing primary admin duties. It was a hard push all morning to get all the pieces gathered and in the document. Miss Vicki called me to ask me to do something for her, and when I apologized and said, "The Prioritization document is due today and I'm doing a hard push on that," her response was a curt, "Fine," and she practically hung up on me.

I finished part one by the noon deadline, did some clean-up, then came the rest of the bad news: a task that is the administrative equivalent of Cinderella's stepmother emptying a pot of lentils in the ashes and telling her that if she can sort them by evening she can go to the ball.

In this case, "the ball" was an outing with my father and my daughter to see the Seattle Storm (WNBA) play. For a good part of the afternoon, I didn't think I was going to be able to finish in time. In fact, I was so stressed that I knew that if the wrong person said the wrong thing to me, or laid another demand on me, I might end up in some degree of tears.

But the Good News is that it only required an hour of overtime and I was able to get home mere minutes before my dad arrived to pick us up. And Jeannie - bless her heart - told me to come in late tomorrow morning to make up for the stress and the late night I'm having tonight with my daughter.

We had a great time at the game. I've never watched women's pro ball before, and it was great fun. My daughter yelled herself into a sore throat and had a wonderful time. Now I'm home decompressing while she spends some time with her daddy.

My neck is still a bit sore from the dreams of this morning and the day of stress. A Tylenol PM will be in order at bedtime.

I don't usually start and end my days with Tylenol. . . But this has been an unusual day.

Thanks to everyone who sent the moral support today! It did help to check my email and see the messages there, even though I can't get directly on LJ from work.

Comments

[gothic-coop.livejournal.com]

You are going to be great, cause you are!

[qos.livejournal.com]

Thanks, Coop!