Wednesday, June 04, 2008
3-2-1, 1-2-3, What the heck is bothering me?
Woosah.Woosah.
If there is one thing I haven't been able to get a grasp of at my new job, it has been controlling my stress level.
Stress level?
Sounds pretty minor, but it's the major thing that flares up this baby so I really have to keep it under control.
When I was working and going to school full-time, I couldn't tell what was stressing me out more.
Was it the fact that I'm the manager of two channels and four blogs (Management = No Fun) or that pesky painting class that nearly stood in the way of graduation?
After discovering I'm no Picasso and managing to gradate from college, the only thing that remains is the j-o-b.
If you happen to know me, you probably know I take my professional career very seriously (OK, a little too seriously).
So you can imagine the sense of embarrassment and anger I felt on Monday night when my boss called and railed me for some mistakes on my part that I was called out on.
That anger carried over to the following day and the next thing I know, I'm in the fetal position in pain as I try to clear my thoughts of work.
Woosah.
Woosah.
Where's my spandex shorts at?
Yoga, here I come. continue...
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Mad at the spandex pants.
Hope you feel better soon, dude.