Stress

I'm not sure why I do it, but I put myself through unusually high amounts of stress when it comes to deadlines. As much as I am a procrastinator, I do not like to push a work deadline to the last minute. If we have to have a proposal in by Wednesday at 12pm, I will be FREAKED until we get it there.

However, the nature of the business I am in, everyone waits until the week of to get it done. No matter how much I bug them to get it done early. Drives me insane. I'm in a bad mood, I do not want anyone to speak to me, I will send emails to my friends and mom bitching about everything...just not good. I stress myself out completely. I even get so stressed out that I stop caring.

Like this week's deadline. I got the point yesterday where I was telling myself and anyone not employed at my company that I just didn't care if we turned in a crappy proposal or not. Or if we even turned in a proposal at all. Why do I have to come up with charts and graphs at the last minute when nobody would tell me what they wanted in the first place? I work with procrastinators...people I should understand the most...and it drives me insane.

I was so worked up yesterday that I almost chased our mailman out the door to tell him to stop being such a douche! It wasn't our usual mailman, it was the annoying one that comes in on the other guy's day off. I severely DISLIKE* this mailman. He's nosey and loves to look at my computer screen when he drops off the mail and tell me I'm not really working. How in the hell does this guy know what my job is? Every time he comes in, he stands there and goes through the outgoing mail for a couple of minutes. Not sure why he does this. And he whistles. Loudly and constantly when he isn't speaking. I severely DISLIKE* whistling! So much so, my old dog would bark and growl when she heard it. I like to instill those kinds of habits in my animals.

Anyway, yesterday, I was sitting in my office, with my door closed, eating my lunch. I was already frustrated with the whole let's-push-the-deadline-until-the-last-minute stress and someone had just busted into my office without knocking, interrupting my one hour to myself during the day. I severely DISLIKE* being interrupted when I am eating. It's even worse when people want to carry on a conversation with you like you aren't doing anything.


Apparently the person that was supposed to be giving me my lunch break was busy chatting in the breakroom for half an hour. So, nobody was at the front. The annoying mailman walks in, whistling, and starts yelling at the top of his lungs that he is here. And not just, "Mailman!" like the other guy does 0nce just in case. This guy was like, "HELLO HELLO HELLOOOOOOOO! I'M HERE!!! HELLO! IT'S THE MAIL...MAIL GUY!! HELLOOOOOOO! ANYBODY HERE???" Seriously? Is that called for? This is an office...a professional office...you do NOT yell at the top of your lungs to let us know you are here! When nobody walked up, he proceeded to slam down the mail he had for us on the front desk. And then whistled his way out the door. I already severely DISLIKE* this guy...I was thisclose to running out after him and telling him off once and for all.

So, all that to say, we submitted our proposal this morning. And I'm in a great mood now. No more stress. No more tight shoulders. I might even be able to tolerate the aggravating mailman if he were to come in today. I have got to stop doing this to myself!

*I was not allowed to say that I hated anyone or anything when I was growing up. Thus, severely DISLIKE came into my vocabulary.