I had an interesting occurrence at work today. It kind of made me put into very specific words some issues I’ve noticed over the years but wasn’t able to quantify.
I was out of the office yesterday, Valentine’s Day, and the team had decorated our pod w balloons. Evidently at the end of the day they decided to put all the balloons on my desk. Funny.
And suddenly it reminded me of a comment I heard once, “You get unnecessarily upset when things don’t go your way.” Which, frankly, is not true. Things don’t go my way all the time, and usually they roll right off me. But things that get in the way of, say, clocking in to work on time, or making it to a play on time, or finish a project on time, those upset me. More specifically, they trigger my anxiety.
So instead of forging ahead in my attempt to ween myself off drugs at work, I found myself panicking and causing my coworkers to all say “It wasn’t my idea!” and “I’m sorry, it was just a joke!” I don’t really want to be the girl with no sense of humor, but the anxiety makes me… different. It’s not that I can’t see the humor in it, I just didn’t want it to be the reason I potentially lost attendance points to be because I was trying to get to my equipment to log in. Because I was visibly upset, people helped me out, and I was in in plenty of time, but it just set a tone.
I still tried to muddle through, but the first couple customers were crabby and demanding. So now I’m medicated. And trying to be compassionate toward myself. I’ll put a note on my to do list to find compassion, I really will.