Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Freaking stress

How do you know when you are stressed out?
When your shoulders ache and you can barely type on the keyboard...When your heart is racing for no good reason...When you can't focus on the task at hand...When the job you've had for 12 years is starting to wear thin and your boss is driving you crazy...When you want to tell people to fuck off even though they haven't done anything to deserve it. Yes, I am fucking stressed out.
I worry about money all the time even though I make a decent living. I worry about large expenses that are looming on the horizon; things like a new roof, new car(s), various unexpected bills.
It doesn't help that I am the sole provider and my wife can't seem to find a good job. Even though she is working now, things are not looking good because of the type of an environment she is in. The job was somewhat misrepresented and she is now dealing with the fallout. I hope that she can work the issues out.
I am going to be travelling to Europe next month and even though I am very excited about this trip, taking the plane is stressing me out. I am not much of a flyer and prefer to have my feet firmly on the ground. Unfortunately, I don't have much of a choice in the matter. To make things worse my phone is not going to work on the old continent and I will have to rely on others to provide me with the means of calling back home.
Work is crazy. I have a long list of large projects I am trying to juggle. Things that weren't even on my radar screen yesterday are now top priorities. Every time my boss gets an email from someone my priorities change. I am trying not to lose my cool but with all the random shit that's breaking every day, that I have to fix, it's rough. Some days Most days it's like pissing against the wind.
My neighbors still suck. The are white thrash bullies and don't give a flying fuck what they do, how they do it and who they do it to. Every time I see them I wish for a Zombie apocalypse.
On top of all of that it's hot. It's fucking hot. It's so hot that my sweat sweats. Today was close to 100 degrees in the shade. It's hot and sticky. I hate wet heat. Portable air conditioners have been running almost non-stop for the past several days. I can't wait to get my next electric bill.