These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
Monday, June 02, 2014
Not eager to go in this morning
Too much drama. Too much intrigue. Too much paranoia. Too little about serving our client.
I'm going to have a conversation with my boss about all this today, after the 10:00. Maybe we can do something to alleviate my paranoia. I'm not confident the rest can be helped with a conversation.
I'm so tired of being worried and so tired of being tired. I wish I could afford to quit. Or start over and try something else. But alas, I can't.
Gotta go pull up my Big Girl Panties.
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Posted by The Gal Herself at 6/02/2014 07:48:00 AM 2 comments:
Labels: Depression, Work
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