Job Stress is at an All-Time High

That’s the note my chiropractor added to my file at today’s appointment.  In addition, he was very supportive and encouraging, telling me I had to identify those things that are out of my control and LET. THEM. GO.  Yeah, tell me something I don’t know Doc.

Not to be bitchy (Dr. G is awesome and I’d never really snark at him) but that knowledge has been engraved on my brain for a long time.  It’s acting on the knowledge that’s hard to get a handle on, even when my health has deteriorated as a result of the new deal at work.  I used to walk at least twice a week during my lunch hour.  Now I’m lucky if I get ten minutes to go get my lunch.  Granted, I’m supposed to take at least half an hour but sometimes you just can’t stop what you’re doing damn it.  Plus I’m not eating the healthiest, and while I am not abusing alcohol, it sure looks mighty attractive these days, which in itself is worrying.  Instead of the rhetorical question – “is it Friday yet?” I’ve started asking “is it happy hour yet?”

During the checkup I explained that ironically there are “All Staff” meetings next week.  Because we’re a GLOBAL monstrosity of a firm we have offices all over the world in all different time zones so they scheduled two meetings over two days to be sure everyone could participate.  I’m in a west coast office so that puts our meeting time at 4 PM, when I’m tying up loose ends and getting ready to leave for the day (on a good day that is; lately I haven’t gotten out of the office till after 5).  I don’t plan to stick around for more of the same old same old from the Poobahs.

Amusingly, the BigWig who sent the email announcing the meetings pointed out that they want everyone’s questions and they even set up a confidential link to submit those questions anonymously.  Phft!  I told Dr. G I was tempted to test the anonymity of that link by sending the following:

“This question is directed to the genius who came up with the Shared Services idea:  What the fuck?!”

Then I gasped and covered my mouth in shock.  I can be foul-mouthed at times, but I’ve never used that kind of language around any of my health care providers and I was completely stunned it had popped out this morning.  But Dr. G just laughed and I found myself laughing too.  He did recommend that if I submit the question I change it to “WTF?!” to be on the safe side.

So work sucks and doesn’t show signs of improving any time soon.  When another secretary on the team texted me last night that she was thinking of “looking” – as in for another job(!) – I felt my heart drop even further.  Oh sure, it isn’t as if I haven’t thought about it.  But I’m going to be 59 this year.  Who’s going to hire someone who might retire within the decade?  Even with 30 years experience I’m not that marketable.

Life however, goes on.

16 thoughts on “Job Stress is at an All-Time High

  1. Sorry to hear of your troubles. This is why the word ‘promotion’ scares me so much. Yes, hopefully good pay sometimes I think I’m just as happy with lower pay and getting to sit on my butt and blog all day, ha, ha. -Written from Work

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  2. Sometimes we need the pain to get force us to get off our butts and start looking. You never know what you might find out there. Dragons, Loch Ness monsters, vampires, werewolves, zombies or the most amazing people. Like Uncle Wiggily used to say, “It’s an adventure.” So rejoice and be thankful for the pain. It’s letting you know that it’s time to think of a new life out there for you. Oh, one final thing.. Never burn your bridges behind you. It can be a real stinker looking for a raft.

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  3. I found something out the hard way. I got away from walking. As a result my physical and mental health began to deteriorate. I was going in circles saying WTF? trying to figure out why. Then it hit me. I wasn’t walking, sitting too much, and I thought YOGA would be all I needed for my health. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. I got back into walking and within 2 days, the inflammation that plagues me is down about 98%. I’m singing again today, a bit off key mind you due to not singing for a while, but still, singing. I am one year younger then you, and it sure doesn’t take a whole lot these days to get me to start sliding downhill. I URGE you to find time to walk, to find time to nurture you, because once you loose your health it is really tough to get back. Now that I have said all that, GREAT POST!!!! Love, Amy ❤

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  4. I know the feeling. And what’s worse is that my husband retired this year & I’m too young to collect social security, and too old to realistically expect to change jobs. I never though the concept of being both too old & not old enough was possible…

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