Woke up with a bad case of “the Mondays”.
My cases of “the Mondays” are less bummed that the weekend is over, and more like an intense pang of stress because a new, and potentially horrible, work week is beginning.
You know, so I can make more minor mistakes that will haunt me non-stop for days at a time and put me on edge for every second I am at my place of employment.
Did my boss just sound annoyed at me on the phone? Probably not, but I will probably believe she is for the rest of the work day… and then when I get home. Probably I will fall asleep trying to banish the thought from my head. I will likely wake up terrified to go to work because I am, by now, entirely sure my boss hates me.
Paranoia and harsh self-criticism is a lot more crippling than people think.
I like to think I just have very high expectations for myself [or something uplifting sounding].
When I got home from work I pretty much spent the whole night playing Mass Effect on my 360 so I could numb out my brain a bit. The Xanax didn’t do the trick today.
Oh hey, another 4 days of work before Halloween.
I will carve the pumpkin and roast the seeds.
See? Positive thinking.