I don’t want to think about my job being outsource
There are more and more days lately when all I want is to be a slug. Not thinking, not doing, not worrying about anything.
I don’t want to think about my job being outsourced… I am not indispensable and I am fully aware that I can easily be replaced. What I do is not rocket surgery. In the past year, our office staff has been cut in half. In that same time period, I went from being the new kid to being the second in seniority. I try not to think about it, but probably would be wise have some fall back plan. Esty is looking really good to me.
I am so very tired of worrying about WK and his struggle with OCD and anxiety disorder. It’s not that I don’t care, I do… too much. I want him to be able to function like any other teenager. But for him right now, that’s not going to happen. As much as I am frustrated by the situation, his frustration must be 100-fold. I want this to go away, and that’s not going to happen either.
I’m over working so hard and not seeing any outcome. I’m done trying to keep my house straightened up only to have it look like a bomb went off not an hour later. I don’t want to wash another dish, fold another towel, vacuum the same pet hair out of the carpet, or pick up the same magazines. I want someone to pamper me and ask what can be done for me. I want to be selfish.
I would like to hibernate for the next couple of months, long enough for the temps to get back into tolerable levels. I want to just shut down and not think, not do, not worry.
Who’s with me?