Seems to be going to hell in a hand basket.
Weight - up
Blood pressure - up
Skin cancer - check
Abscessed tooth - check
Sinus & nose bleeds - check
'True' sleep - down to non-existent
Stress related to work - astronomical
Something has to change. I’m digging my own grave.
I’ve been used a lot of ways. My good intentions are part of my downfall. I’ll over-commit to help you finish your project while my projects continue to sit of the back burner.
But I don’t ever recall being used sexually…….. Why do I feel like I need that more than the other?
I’m acquiring a taste for single malt Scotch. Does this mean I’m getting old??
If Dr. Jekyle and Ms. Hyde were a reality, I’d say the bitch is working as an independent project manager on this project I’m currently working on.
Forget the stress level is like none other I’ve ever experiences professionally, throw in her bi-polar way of snapping during a business meeting or a business dinner……it’s blown my fucking mind.
I’m not sure how much more stress I’m able to take. Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure my inability to be that person who carries around a bag of pixie dust to magically waft over problems and make them disappear, walks on water every afternoon after the project meetings, and carry’s the Elder Wand to address the other bullshit issues: my bad.
But just damn! Take a fucking PMS pill, your bi-polar meds or get laid. I’m sick and tired of dreading to have a meeting with you, share a meal with you or even share the same oxygen with you.