Prisoner

What a lovely weekend. All I’ve been worried about is work, work, work.

I recently received a promotion and thought I was going to start my new project soon. But, since the current project I’m on has a critical deadline (and by critical, I mean millions of dollars riding on our due date), I agreed (if you want to call it that) to help until I completed development for my application before starting my new role. Unfortunately, this means that I probably won’t start until late January.

I’ve been coding away since I took the offer because the deadlines are already pretty aggressive.

Why am I so worried about this? As I write this, I’m stressing about the 15-20 minutes lost that I could’ve dedicated to coding, but I need to vent. Last night, I even tried to back out of going to my boyfriend’s family’s early Christmas gathering by using work as an excuse. On a Saturday night. What is my problem?

When my dad came to visit a few months ago, he told me that he noticed how edgy I had been lately.
Is work stressing you out?
Yes, I’m on a stressful project. And the politics at work are nothing I’ve ever seen before.
What happens if you don’t meet your deadlines?
Sales orders for our products may not be processed. The company could lose millions of dollars.
I dealt with people’s lives. If I did something wrong, someone could die. How’s that for stress?

Whoa. Did that put things into perspective for me.

I think about what he says as I stress. And it does make a difference, but I still feel like a prisoner, even at home, as I’m coding away.

I can’t wait until this is over and I can start my new job. And stress about something new. :)

One Response to “Prisoner”

  1. Lynn Says:

    nothing like talking to dad puts things in perspective, no? gotta love him and his little quirks. but he’s right. that’s why I DO NOT CARE anymore….hmm..at least i try not to let those things get to me as much. i mean, you and i are alike in that sense, where we stress over the details in pretty much everything (i’m sure jefe would agree with me there)….not that it’s a bad thing but sometimes we let it overcome our being so much so that we forget to enjoy life.

    wow, who thought i could be philosophical like that?

    oh, i sent you the pics from katleya’s big golden birthday! she had a blast (i hope)! i miss you!!!

    only 4 weeks till we’re partying like rock stars!!!!!

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