Haven't been around to play. Some of it is busy at work, and some of it is my sucky real life -- my kids are inflicting upon me a slow and painful death. I've been told that for at least one of them, there is still "hope". I should probably see a therapist, but I've got you guys and a bottle of wine is so much cheaper. I haven't been driven to drinking yet, so maybe there is still hope for me too
Smiles everyone! Smiles!
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You should fear anything that can bleed for seven days without dying... (as told to Mr. DS on 3-12-10)
Sorry, DS. I certainly don't have answers, but I do understand how sucky the real life can be. Don't ever give up hope or it goes down hill fast from there.
Good luck DS. We're always here for you. And I'm always willing to share my wine. ;)
You too Web. In your case, I'll buy you your soda of choice.
Lately, I'm hating my job. What I do is fine, but there's too much of it and unreasonable expectations. The constant stress is wearing me down. My coworkers and boss think that leaving me alone for an afternoon (their words) is enough, but it's not if it just picks up the same in the morning. And they can't control my customers. And I have no one to pass it off on.
MzHartz wrote:Lately, I'm hating my job. What I do is fine, but there's too much of it and unreasonable expectations. The constant stress is wearing me down. My coworkers and boss think that leaving me alone for an afternoon (their words) is enough, but it's not if it just picks up the same in the morning. And they can't control my customers. And I have no one to pass it off on.
I see that you have finally joined me on the dark side. I feel your pain.
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MzHartz wrote:Lately, I'm hating my job. What I do is fine, but there's too much of it and unreasonable expectations. The constant stress is wearing me down. My coworkers and boss think that leaving me alone for an afternoon (their words) is enough, but it's not if it just picks up the same in the morning. And they can't control my customers. And I have no one to pass it off on.
I see that you have finally joined me on the dark side. I feel your pain.
My solution is to change professions. Unfortunately, I still need to go back to school for that.
But if I could figure out how to sustain a life of being a hermit living in a shack with an internet connection on a warm beach, I would be there in a heartbeat.
My coworkers and boss think that leaving me alone for an afternoon (their words) is enough, but it's not if it just picks up the same in the morning. And they can't control my customers. And I have no one to pass it off on.
Oh yeah, that really helps: "Mz is stressed, let's not give her anything that comes in today, just save it for her tomorrow."
My coworkers and boss think that leaving me alone for an afternoon (their words) is enough, but it's not if it just picks up the same in the morning. And they can't control my customers. And I have no one to pass it off on.
Oh yeah, that really helps: "Mz is stressed, let's not give her anything that comes in today, just save it for her tomorrow."
Exactly! I've told them, I still want you to give me the stuff, I just want the customer to expect it will take longer so I don't have to rush to do it. And if you can avoid rush jobs, DO!
and a bottle of wine is so much cheaper. I haven't been driven to drinking yet, so maybe there is still hope for me too 
