Frustrations
Feb. 15th, 2003 09:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
susandennisI have a situation at work that is making me a little nuts. I'm being treated poorly but it's my reaction to it that is making me nuts. Rather than rising above it and taking the high road, I'm down in the mud being as stupid and the offenders. I can't stop myself.
A few weeks ago I was really really bummed out about something at work - a mistake I had made. I came home and spent some time thinking about it and worked myself right out of the funk. I was able to truly grasp on to 'so fucking what!' and move on.
I need to get there on this issue. I need to find that switch in me where I can say 'so fucking what' and mean it and know that whatever is done to me will not be reflected back by me. That's my weekend project.
Also Mom is not well. She started reporting last week that she didn't feel in top shape. She's probably having more of her little strokes. If today had not been Saturday, I think she would have called the doctor but now she doesn' t know how the doctor's office thing works on Saturday so she's not going to bother. She says she feels better now.
My real fear is that she doesn't stroke into a broccoli (or zuchinni, for Joy). If it's her time to go, I hope she just checks on out. I know she feels the same way.
On the up side she is in a place where they can help her. She has an emergency button she can press and she has people who are there to look out for her.
It just doesn't make the weekend more fun.
A few weeks ago I was really really bummed out about something at work - a mistake I had made. I came home and spent some time thinking about it and worked myself right out of the funk. I was able to truly grasp on to 'so fucking what!' and move on.
I need to get there on this issue. I need to find that switch in me where I can say 'so fucking what' and mean it and know that whatever is done to me will not be reflected back by me. That's my weekend project.
Also Mom is not well. She started reporting last week that she didn't feel in top shape. She's probably having more of her little strokes. If today had not been Saturday, I think she would have called the doctor but now she doesn' t know how the doctor's office thing works on Saturday so she's not going to bother. She says she feels better now.
My real fear is that she doesn't stroke into a broccoli (or zuchinni, for Joy). If it's her time to go, I hope she just checks on out. I know she feels the same way.
On the up side she is in a place where they can help her. She has an emergency button she can press and she has people who are there to look out for her.
It just doesn't make the weekend more fun.
