Posts Tagged ‘stress’
Lately been struggling. Super fatigued. Long hours trying to keep all the balls in the air.
For Thanksgiving I got to sit in the local VA ER while they tried to figure out why I have been having consistent chest pains.
I say consistent because I want to make it clear I am not having heart attacks. Not unless you know of one that can last 6 weeks.
Anyway, I have been working 16 to 17 hour days for almost 4 months…toss in my school work on top of that…and I’m …tired. Last week is a good example. Washington DC on Monday, Cincinnati, OH by Wednesday, Charlotte NC by Thursday, Atlanta by Friday before getting home. The trip was originally supposed to be just DC and home by Wednesday. Turned in to a whirlwind of long hours and jet lag.
I have taken almost all of the end of the year off in vacation time. So I am trying to spend it away from work….and failing miserably.
I have managed to get it down to just one project that I am still working on, located over seas, so that helps. But woke up this morning looking for my work phone an feeling like someone was trying to crush my chest with a battering ram. Yeah not good.
Therefore this morning is homemade buttermilk waffles as kiddo and I embark upon our #12DaysofWaffles …though this year due to my travel schedule it’s been barely 7.
Trying to check out mentally for a few. Wish me luck.
Think I’m growing feathers.
Was in Washington DC at the beginning of this week. I fly international Sunday. The following week I am back in Atlanta. Then I will either be back in DC or back International. It’s anyone’s guess. Either way keep an eye peeled on the Twitter and Tumblr accounts linked here on the main page as you may get a chance to see some cool places, cocktails and things in the coming days.
I’m trying to find time to wrap up my prospectus but it seems like everytime I sit down to work on it I either fall asleep or the phone rings. My intent right now is to spend some time finishing it on the plane this Sunday since I will be in the air about 13 hours.
Surely I can can get it and my references in to APA in that amount of time.
Otherwise the grind has been in full affect. I had my knee surgery last week, and of course in typical me form had to set off for DC at the start of this week. So I am limping along without any grace whatsoever, completeing the look of an overweight, broken American brought down by his size (although I actually injured the knee on the job). Oh, well.
Got to sit down and shoot the bull with my chair again this week which was good. Is also why I intend to spend Sunday running this thing down.
I start the first of my last 9000 series classes on Monday. I only have 5 of them in theory, but in practice I will be taking the 9000 series until my dissertation is done no matter if its 5 or 25. Granted I want it done in 5, the school wants it done in 5, so that means my already very busy year is about to get a whole lot busier.
Feast or famine around these parts.
It’s been a while since we had one, but Delta is officially our Weasel for 2016.
So we just got back from our vacation. Barely.
I’ve recently been on a screed about Delta. As a long term, medallion member, I used to have a lot of loyalty towards the company. That loyalty has greatly waned, to a point of near despisal. If I did not already have several trips bought and paid for through them I would not be using the company anymore. But for at least two more months I am stuck with them. We booked this one via Delta Vacations, way back in March.
Compose an experiment design for the hypothesis you selected for your chosen data set. In your response, address all the factors that potentially jeopardize the validity of your design. Describe the methods, variables, and measures of control as well as the corresponding research statistics that will be employed. Address each design component in 1–2 separate paragraphs
What the actual hell.
I often question my decision to continue my education past my masters degree. I often wonder if I am just a glutton for punishment, am secretly a masochist, or just feel like I need to experience some cerebral variety of self flagellation. Eric never gets this type of thing in his classes.
Today is especially one of those days. I literally look at this assignment and I am asking myself
“What the flying tee total hell does this even mean?!”
Oh and I have to figure it out by Wednesday. No pressure.
Today is another busy day. I actually have to go to my office that I haven’t seen in the last month. I have to take care of my expenses there before my corporate card becomes personal debt.
Also I have to conduct two interviews today, both are for school and are part of a small scale project that is to mimic my dissertation.
I’m doing whats called a phenomenological study, or rather a study of the lived experiences of individuals in this information technology project managers. So I have a very small battery of questions to ask them and get their opinions, thoughts and verbal discourse of their experiences.
I have to record these interviews with the aforementioned digital recorder. Then I get to go home and transcribe all of it in to MS Word. Good times.
Thank god I have my own bar at home.
Between work and school I’m questioning my sanity. My vacation a few days ago helped unplug and recharge a bit but now that I am back in the trench I’m asking myself how the hell I have swung both schedules for so long.
It doesn’t help that I’m not doing very well in one of my classes at all. To the point that I’m sweating over it frankly.
Meanwhile my frequent flyer miles with Delta are getting a work out. Go figure. I’m letting pretty much everything fall to the way side, as I didn’t know this would be so challenging: my stormchasing, my friends, this website, everything is going to pot while I struggle through my classes.
I keep telling myself I have just one more year. If I can pull this class out of the fire I have one more year and I will be golden. It’s challenging because my classmates are all full time students so it seems, I don’t think there is a career driven one in the bunch, and this is a Masters program!
I just have to keep it together for one more year. The goal line is in site and as long as I don’t fornicate the canine I will be done this time next year.
Who needs sleep, right?
I needed a mental break today. I feel like if there is just one more iota of pressure asserted on me, I will just flip out. Well, maybe not as much as this guy:
Here’s to the Mental Break
Thank you, that is all.
Recently, my wife and I have been blessed with a wonderful baby boy. Also, in the past few weeks I have been promoted at work, adding a lot more workload and responsibilities. Couple all that with the fact that my wife and I are moving into a house from our apartment at the end of May, and what you get is what I like to call the Stress Cocktail.
Now this drink is very potent, and lends a hand in me becoming a complete a**hole at a moments notice.
This morning, my wife’s parents (who have been kind enough to watch our little man while we are at work) said that they cannot watch the baby tomorrow, and wanted me to ask my parents if they were available instead. Seems harmless, right? Wrong. Instead of just letting it go, I decided to start a verbal war with my wife while driving her to work, which ended when she got out, and slammed the car door, and I sped away in great haste. This is not normal for either of us, and also caused the car to get stressed out. I love my wife very much, and I called her when I got to work, to say I was sorry, and things are back to normal. (well, as normal as they can get with a new baby) So I decided to write this formal apology and tell my wife:
Lori, you are the love of my life, and I don’t know what I would do without you. I am so sorry that I blew a simple situation out of proportion. I am very stressed out with everything right now, and I should not have taken it out on you. I apologize. You are too good of a person to have to deal with my behavior this morning. I love you.
With all that said, I hope all my readers have a great day, and don’t drink any of my cocktails today. Life is too short and way too precious to waste getting mad, and fighting with loved ones.