Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Work Stress


So, it is that time of year again. For the past 6 years Back to School (BTS) = high high stress for me. I will only very vaguely mention my job on here, so I won't go into details of why or how BTS is stressful but let's just say that many of these days end with me crying or falling down or picking fights with my husband because I just don't have it in me to be gracious about anything. These days mostly begin with a battered, fatigued version of myself mustering up the energy and strength to make it through another 12 hour work day and then checking emails from home afterwards.

Yesterday, was a combination of everything I just listed above. ALL OF IT Most of it (I didn't pick a fight with my husband, I tried but didn't succeed. He was really great actually). The midnight emails, the falling down, the raging fit of tears, plus yelling in meetings, swearing off people and knowing that I am powerless to change an entire professional culture and that actually NO MATTER WHERE I AM IN IN THE WORLD, BTS = STRESS.

You know, I kind of think of it the same way I think of my Fernbank years. Fernbank was EVERY Friday night. And still four years later, I feel lucky to have Friday nights free. One day...I will be so grateful to enjoy September without the stress of BTS.


Back to yesterday and then again today and probably tomorrow and DEFINITELY Friday...my mantra is going to be this: I don't feel sorry for myself, I am not a victim, I am grateful for the life I have, I am very lucky and I love my life.

This is the mantra that will get me through this Back to School BS.

I wish you a wonderful day.

I'll just be over here.

In the corner.

Rocking myself back and forth and repeating my mantra in the moments when I am alone.

Running up and down stairs and in and out of rooms and meetings and interactions in high heels, dresses and make-up for the rest of the time.

2 comments:

The Loerzels said...

I feel your pain and I don't even freakin' work! Homework time kills me. There is at least 45 minutes of whining, then 4 kids to juggle and one of them has ADD. The kids have to be seperated to get their work done. So I'm running from kid to kid (which is also room to room) trying to help while also trying to cook dinner. I was almost in tears when my husband came home (which he probably regretted coming home) yesterday. BTS SUCKS!!!

Nona LaRue said...

I completely relate!! and I am so sorry to hear it!! but like you said You are The Most Amazing Woman I Know and always will be and this day/this week/this month & BTS will mean something very different in a few months/next year.. If it's okay to say...dude, BTS is Your Bitch...it's not the other way around ;) don't forget that!