So we all know how much I can't stand my supervisior, yes? Well, sometimes I feel like I'm handling the situation better and then whamo!, I realize I despise him just as much now as I ever did. Our personalities don't work well together (I think that's a little nicer than despise...) Anywho, for the uptenth million time (probably) this morn I was kinda-sorta complaining to KJ about going to work when he stated telling me about "personal affirmation" that if I kept saying how much I hated it, then I would only hate it more. Now he's right, and I myself am a firm believer in "change it, or don't whine about it", but this morn that didn't quite register well and I immediately got defensive thinking, "Fine, I will no longer share my grievences with you... EVER" Hellooo, I'm a nut and after the initial rage wore off I saw Kj's point (to his credit he had a few more really good suggestions on how to deal with this). So I kiss him, tell him bye and on my way out the door for work, I spill my juice and proceed to... cry. Yep. Only explanation is a brief emotional breakdown (that's even what I told KJ as he comes to the front asking what's wrong and telling me he'll clean up, so I'm not late for work). I spilled my juice and immediately thought 1) Man my floor is gross (when I moved the mat there was a ton of sand underneath...yep, we live in FL) 2)I'm going to have to mop and I hate to admit I don't do that often enough 3) Dog-gone that's less juice to take to work! Did I mention they were big silent alligator tears? The ones that fall in movies when a-long-lost-love-is-going-back-out-into-the-unknown-and-the-woman's-not-sure-if-she'll-ever-see-him-again-kind.
I'm okay now. I'm thankful for the 45-1hour drive to work that allows me to get my mind right. I talk to God and he listens. I'm thankful for the cds that Cindy and Lisa send (Committed's Victory really hit on everything I was feeling) because not only do they remind me of "home" but they remind me that work is just a small part of my life and I should look at it in that perspective. So happy Wednesday. It started off rocky, but it's going to get better.
Also, I got a letter from my "boyfriend" Lowes (see pic below). He loves me and I'm going to love him back. hehehe
4 comments:
Ugh, so sorry about the breakdown. You have to find another job, you know. That one tears you up too much. Is it worse than the Decatur Daily?? If it is, I'm so behind your job hunt. My job's not so much fun here lately, too, but nothing like yours. Keep your chin up, girlie, and yay for good husbands who offer to save the day when it seems like it can't be saved...
I hope the rest of your day today is much better...sometimes a good cry is the best stress releiver. Sending good day vibes your way :)
Sorry for the breakdown girlie. It is sad that majority us have these spells due to the one place we spend more time than anywhere else. I agree with KJ b/c I had to check my attitude towards work as well. Just rememember the Lord will never put more on you that you can bear. Hopefully by now, you have had some good news to brighten your day.
Spilled juice, no catfish...Its all the same when you have had all you can take:)
I agree with KJ on how you can affect how you look at situations. I also know that this is easier said than done. I know that your job sucks right now I just know that it will get better. Until then, I say its definitely OK to cry over spilled juice:) Love you dearly!!!!
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