Day 53 of writing every day.
I’ve spent a few days posting about my past but the present is getting to me and I’m setting the prompt for writing about the past off to the side for today.
It’s Thursday and I’m just waiting for the weekend where I might actually get some time to enjoy being myself instead of some 8-hour tester who shows up to work at a shift I have no say over.
Moods fluctuate for everyone, to my understanding, and sometimes we wake up in a bad mood even if consciously we don’t want to and know it won’t help make things better.
Numerous times I’ve stated my desire and intent to quit my job because I don’t believe I’m being treated right and frankly don’t care for whatever the “geniuses” above me in the corporate ladder have in store for me should I remain and keep working hard for them in return for a pittance and the loss of Aikido time on weekdays.
My brother mentioned as well that getting out of the pissed off mental state is important for making changes in our family communications when I asked for support through this phase of life I’m in. Feeling angry is exhausting as a matter of fact. It might be empowering for the Hulk if we’re talking superheroes, but for normal people, getting angry risks making bad choices and hurting people around you, including yourself, as you either try to keep it in or let it explode.
Talking things through is probably the most effective way of stress relief during work, but not everyone has the luxury of coworkers they can or feel comfortable confiding in. However, it’s not addressing the cause of the problems and only trying to address the symptoms, which is the dumbest approach to problem solving.
I’ve come to a decision regarding my current job and nothing is going to change it. Now it’s just a matter of holding out until things come into effect. I don’t want it to be simply an endurance test until then though. Which is why I’m doing whatever to let the stress and anger go, and focus on finding the energy to keep me going so I can still find some measure of autonomy over my time while on this awful work shift.
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