Sequence is too difficult. Y’all get temporal potluck.
The essence of my current stress is the laundry list, to wit:
- Too many rats live in my cage; one has to go, no matter how well behaved a rat he is
- In a department of three, if one coworker departs the workload becomes untenable
- When the coworker was unprofessionaly indolent, highlighting your behavior with dedicated professionalism is nearly obligatory
- There are too many ongoing chores on my plate right now
- The last week has had more social engagements than I know how to cope with (I kept balanced, but even good stress is stress)
- Friday I was served with a summons to small claims court
- The weekend was spent in impotent spinning
- Monday I arranged a lawyer and a financial advisor to help us navigat this mess
- I have, in the past week, told more people what my limits are than I am accustomed to in a year
- I’ve been telling them in unapologetic, clear terms; explicite, concise, and strongly phrased.
Okay, I can see why I was having difficulty with sequence. This all happened at once. There have been professional, social, self-actualization, domestic, financial, legal, and child-rearing issues all in the last week.
I’ll catch up when and as I can, but y’know, I already have a novel to write, so some bits may remain shrouded in mystery.
Crossposted from Epinephrine & Sophistry