Part One; work stress.
I am in a weird foggy state. I am struggling physically, and that colors everything.
Last week I had a second super-stressful week at work, but of a totally different nature than the week before. This was just one horrific project that we knew would be a beast, because of timing issues. (The week before was a different kind of pressure.) But this week was long hours… 9pm on Tuesday, 10pm on Wednesday. And my upper back was burning for hours each night. Between my shoulders. Burning. Making everything else that should have been quite bearable, quite un.
Thursday night my boss Darrin stayed for me. And at that point the project took a weird turn. Long story, even for me.
Friday I packed for the weekend, because I was staying in the city (at my brother’s, where Benjamin lives, only they were out of town) for the voiceover workshop I was taking.
Only Friday night is where the whole work thing got twisted. It was suddenly turning into another weirdly late night, and my shoulders were burning (I saw the chiropractor on Thursday, ftr) and then my head got involved and there was ache, and somehow it was 9:00 and we hadn’t ordered dinner, and it was at that point that my boss and his/our boss chose to sit me down and tell me that the entire company was being restructured and Darrin wasn’t going to be my boss anymore and a whole shit-ton of things were about to change. But don’t worry, it’ll be better for me.
Okay. We’ll see.
Darrin has been one of my top three bosses ever and tears sprang to my eyes when I heard that part, but it was the rest of it that makes me nervous. But what can I do but wait and see and offer up what I’ve got to offer up, which is pretty good.
Anyway, all that kept me from ordering dinner for another hour, and my head was getting to be on fire. The stress was just building, physically, like a stress lego set.
We got dinnner before 11. Jesus.
At midnight I left. The woman I was working with wasn’t done, and was disappointed I left when I did, because there was one other part she wanted help with. It was a very hard, bad situation for me. I felt like I was dying. And I was afraid I was just ruining myself for this workshop.
I am posting, now, just like this. Because, of course, I’m too TIRED to write the rest! I’ll talk about the workshop tomorrow.
