Stress...
Alright. I admit it.
I'm stressed out. At first I thought it was just depression
over financial affairs. A matter of the wallet.
A bit of post-Wii loss trauma. The death of a vision.
But now I see it for what it really is.
I'm stressed out. I can't even begin to put down on virtual
paper everything that I am dealing with at work right now and
to be perfectly honest why would I want to.
I do everything I can to get away from that place for the precious
few hours I can call my own.
Maybe when I am a Store Manager making my yearly salary in one
bonus thanks to the sacrifice of all those under me I can afford
myself the luxury of taking my work home with me.
But that's exactly what I'm doing anyway. Except I don't carry
my work home in a briefcase. I carry it on my shoulders.
It's an invisible weight suspended around my neck like a lead pendant.
It's beginning to affect my moods. My attitudes. Even how I react
to people around me. What I need is a vacation. But my next vacation
week isn't until July. I rarely show weakness around others, but my
stress symptoms is a sure sign of that.
To make matters worse I never see my wife because she works mornings
and I work mostly 2nd shift. I call the few friends I have left
and suddenly realize how stupid I am. They are busy with their own
stress now. Who can I turn to in this hour of need?
I find myself more and more flipping through pages of the Bible.
A stray verse here and there. People can call me an idiot. Superstitious.
A fool seeking hope in a fictitious belief system like a drowning man
clinging to a plank hoping to remain afloat in violent waters.
But nonetheless I am trying to make of myself a better person.
For what it is. There you have it. Thus ends another lonely entry.
Think I'll go find myself a snack and go to bed.
After all work begins early in the morning once again.
I'm stressed out. At first I thought it was just depression
over financial affairs. A matter of the wallet.
A bit of post-Wii loss trauma. The death of a vision.
But now I see it for what it really is.
I'm stressed out. I can't even begin to put down on virtual
paper everything that I am dealing with at work right now and
to be perfectly honest why would I want to.
I do everything I can to get away from that place for the precious
few hours I can call my own.
Maybe when I am a Store Manager making my yearly salary in one
bonus thanks to the sacrifice of all those under me I can afford
myself the luxury of taking my work home with me.
But that's exactly what I'm doing anyway. Except I don't carry
my work home in a briefcase. I carry it on my shoulders.
It's an invisible weight suspended around my neck like a lead pendant.
It's beginning to affect my moods. My attitudes. Even how I react
to people around me. What I need is a vacation. But my next vacation
week isn't until July. I rarely show weakness around others, but my
stress symptoms is a sure sign of that.
To make matters worse I never see my wife because she works mornings
and I work mostly 2nd shift. I call the few friends I have left
and suddenly realize how stupid I am. They are busy with their own
stress now. Who can I turn to in this hour of need?
I find myself more and more flipping through pages of the Bible.
A stray verse here and there. People can call me an idiot. Superstitious.
A fool seeking hope in a fictitious belief system like a drowning man
clinging to a plank hoping to remain afloat in violent waters.
But nonetheless I am trying to make of myself a better person.
For what it is. There you have it. Thus ends another lonely entry.
Think I'll go find myself a snack and go to bed.
After all work begins early in the morning once again.