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Working with Assholes

3/26/2015

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Happy Friday Eve! What a work week! I'll be glad to put this one behind me. I played a lot of catch up from taking 1 1/2 days off, but I can't complain about that. I love to be super busy. This company I work for is different than any other that I've experienced in a few ways, but it differs in the biggest way in the way that people just explode at one another. I've witnessed quite a few of these episodes since I've been here, but this morning took it to a whole new level. I was in a quality meeting and the Plant Manager and a head Engineer totally went at it. Holy shit...Screaming obscenities at one another, "fucking Asshole" was spewed every other word.  It got uglier as it got personal when one of them told the other to get back on his Meds. The gloves were off and the personal attacks ensued. Finally, the meeting moved forward only to have two of my co-workers go at it. It's so crazy... We are in a meeting and we are all professionals, but you wouldn't know it by some of the things that go down. It's so crazy to me. I know it's going to happen to me one of these days. It seems to happen to everyone at this co., but in my entire career, I've only had words with one person, and it was just the two of us. Yeah...confrontation is not my things. I'd rather hole up and eat my feelings. So...that's not healthy, either. I've got to find some sort of middle ground. That's not so easy for an all-or-nothing personality.

I've spent a lot of this week formulating my plan towards good health. It has been on my mind pretty much non-stop. A co-worker was telling me about her 45 year old friend who died yesterday of a heart attack. So terrible...so close to home. I can't continue the way I've been going. I've been thinking a lot about if I did die of a heart attack, or some other obesity related situation, and of course it's a grim thought. I think about leaving my children mother-less, my husband a widower, my family, my friends, etc. I know that to be truly successful, though, I need to think about ME. I just don't put myself first. It's probably some sort of cop out, as it's easier to put others before yourself. My friend Tami and I had a really great conversation about working on ourselves the other day. I've been getting to far away from all things important. I was on a good path, but I started this job, and I just can't seem to juggle everything. It's crazy to me to think that in November I did a 10k. Now, we know I certainly didn't run the whole, thing, but there's no way I could do that now. I've put on a SHIT TON of weight. I am, by far, my heaviest. No question. I'm ashamed of myself. I'm hoping to start getting back on track this weekend. I'll do some juicing, cooking, etc. I haven't made any positive diet changes this week, but I have done some good mental health things during the evenings. I've gotten a lot of cleaning and laundry done, quality time with the kids, and I've done a project for a friend. I'm on the right path. I can feel it. I want to feel better than I have been feeling both mentally and physically. I want to actually pick up the phone when friends call. I want to be someone who doesn't feel so overwhelmed by everything. I think I've just gotten to a point where I got tired of feeling like I was letting everyone down, so I just shut down. Well, that has got to stop. It is going to stop.

Okay, I'll let you go. I've got more chores to do, and I'd love to be able to enjoy some March Madness before going to bed.

I hope the evening finds you well and happy. Oh, and I'm going back to the caption at the top of the page. Find happiness however you can find it. I spent too many years feeling like I had to "fit in." I felt such a weight lift, when I finally began to embrace my own craziness. I know I don't think like a lot of other people, but thank God I am my own self. I can appreciate and love my own brand of crazy and love.

~Jen
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    Jen

    Age 47
    Married 24 years
    2 boys, 18 & 15
    email: diariesofafatass@gmail.com


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