I'm afraid of what's happening. It's Sunday night and all weekend long I haven't been able to shake a bit of a confrontation with a co-worker last week. Maybe confrontation is too strong of a word. Really what happened is he was being a control freak and overstepping his boundaries into my role and I had to set him straight.
Last week was just overwhelming in general. Earlier in the week we had two all day workshops and they were so mentally exhausting I debated taking a vacation day following. And so that Wednesday was already tough enough and that interaction was not what I needed.
But really what I'm afraid of is that this stress is following me out of the office and into my home. In the past I've been really good about compartmentalizing my life. In this case, work was work. I only thought about, spoke about, stressed about work when I was at work.
If I wasn't being paid for the work, I wouldn't even think about it. But lately this is the 3rd time the stress has followed me home and it's irking me even more because I really do not want to morph into my co-workers. There are people who you can tell this is their life by how stressed they get.
Truth be told. It's never that serious. I'm not saving lives so what I'm doing isn't to cause that much stress. What isn't done today can get done tomorrow.
But I still feel it within me, the stress of my next interaction and the fear that as I grow into my 30s, I'm losing sight of the vitality, the liveliness I had not too long ago.
Has my life become that fcuking boring that this type of shit gets underneath my skin?!
It can't be time for another life crisis.
I think I deserve at least another 2 years, let me hit 30 before I see the life I'm shifting into.
Now let me take a sip of Remy to calm my nerves.