Reality is the leading cause of stress for those in touch with it.
I’m stressed. And tired. Exhausted really. And this weekend cannot get here soon enough because I just want to drink a few glasses of wine, unwind with my usual Friday night friends and play catch-up with friend-I-have-not-scene-in-far-too-long. Because this week…is totally kicking my ass.
I’m working on this ultra-important project and tomorrow I have to show it off to the BIG BOSS. Which sucks because it’s not done but my boss wants me to show it to the BIG BOSS just to make sure we’re on the right track and the perfectionist in me is currently sobbing in the corner because IT’S NOT DONE! I know it’s not supposed to be done yet and that I don’t have everything I need to make it be done, but, in my opinion, you just shouldn’t show off unfinished work to BIG BOSSES. But alas, it doesn’t matter. Tomorrow, it will be seen by others. Ugh.
Ultimately, I think I need to loose touch with reality for just a bit because really, truly, it’s all reality’s fault that I’m currently cranky, tired, and crazing a hot fudge sundae.