It’s all small stuff
So today, for the second time in my professional career, I got so upset that I cried at work.
Granted, it was in the bathroom and away from public eyes, but it doesn’t take away from the fact that I cried. I said before that I wasn’t going to write anything about work as I don’t want to get my ass sued, so I’m not going to go into any details, but it’s therapeutic just to write things down sometimes. especially the way one feels, if one doesn’t have anyone to tell.
The reason I cried? I just felt unappreciated I guess. The last year I’ve been working my little butt off to get a project off the ground, which I did and it’s going fantastically well. Then to get a totally unfounded and unreasonable claim thrown at you out of nowhere just because someone happened to have a bad day? AND this person is someone I consider a freind…at least as far as workmates go…I just felt really hurt and although I stood my ground during the meeting, I walked to my office fuming and then just had a good old carthartic cry. Never felt so low in a really long time.
My unsolicited advice? always follow up discussions with e-mail. a simple “as per our earlier conversation, I want to verify that…” goes a long loooong way.
Anyhoo, the funny thing about the whole miserable affair is that I realised how true another cliche has become. My one thought as I was splashing cold water on my face was
fuck ’em. in the great scheme of things, how does this affect the price of bread in china? not one little bit.
And all I wanted to do was get home to my cute little princess so I could be with someone who I love no matter how bad a day I’m having, and who will give me hugs and kisses with no questions asked. I pictured her cute little face and that little smile and just wanted to be home.
Honestly it’s a cruel world that doesn’t let me just win the lottery and do what I really love to do in life.
I got home, dumped my bags on the floor and half ran to the creche. And as I came to the toddler room, Roz had her back to me and was, as usual, chatting ten to the dozen and in her own little world. The carer said,
“Roz, look behind you.”
And I watched as my little girl turned, face all quizzical, before lighting up and the biggest smile breaking out on her face.
“Mama!”, she said and ran over to give me the biggest smile ever and I thought, these are the moments that really count in life. this is what really matters.
There really are nly two rules to living a happy life:
One, don’t sweat the small stuff
And two, It’s all small stuff
This made me smile and tear up at the same time! I totally understand what you mean. They have such an ability to make everything go away just because they want to be with you so much!
thanks Natasha. 😀 It seems all the cliches are actually true. everything else seems a lot less intense.
Work darling, is the most weird place. We are all fighting for that post or to be liked by the manager. My job as a nurse is the most bitchy and unpleasant as hell. Get a think skin and nothing will touch you. You can’t answer back or loose your temper then, you are agressive.I keep to myself and may sure i cover my ass, so that I am not pulled on anything. Chin up. tomorrow is another day.