A Whirlwind Week!

I haven’t written in almost a week for two reasons: 1) it’s been extremely busy, and 2) I forgot my password to log on to WordPress. So how am I writing now?  My browser remembers the password, I clearly don’t.  My phone remembers too, which is how I did my last post.  But I have a hard time with typing a lot on my phone so I didn’t write any more posts.  There is so much to share but first I must decompress.  A week ago, I was on a ranch, shooting a tin can.  Since then, I’ve gone to a conference, done three interviews, and flown back and forth across the country.  I’ll catch you all up as soon as I catch my breath! 🙂

 

Frustrated Today

I’m frustrated.  I don’t even know where to begin.  It’s not like something big happened.  It’s the stress of a lot of little things.  And it probably doesn’t help that I haven’t been writing this blog.  This is my stress reliever.  But since I don’t want to burden anyone with my ‘poor, poor, pitiful me’ bit, I just don’t write.  It seems like I have to have something worth writing about.  And right now, all I’ve got is stress.  Why can’t they make a pill for stress?  They’ve got one for everything else.

So what am I so stressed about?  Well, DH is not here this week.  His mom paid for his ticket to come home for a week.  I leave on Saturday for a conference.  We overlapped our trips intentionally so that we wouldn’t have to kennel the dog as long.  Maybe that was a mistake.  It’s one thing to have DH spend a week away from me, it’s another when that week is right before I leave for my own trip.  I always get stressed out before I go on a trip.  I always have – at least I have for a long time.  It’s gotten worse over the years.  But travel anxiety spiked since 2009 when I we went on weekend trip and came home to find my cat had died.  That horrible memory is burned in my brain.  She was under the guest bed and DH saw her first.  When I looked under the bed I started screaming.  I don’t handle things like that very well.

So I think part of my problem when I travel is that episode is running through my subconscious, even though I have no reason to expect it to happen again.  But my travel stress dates back long before then – it just got worse after Luna’s passing.  Identifying that experience as part of my problem has helped a little, but I’m worked up already.  Worrying about packing, about how to apply for jobs when I’m not even home, making sure my resume is available, I have to make out business contact cards, taking the dog to the vet for his shots before he goes to the kennel.  Oh, and my debit card was declined today.  Probably because I didn’t have any money in my account.

Tomorrow I see my pdoc in the morning and I get my hair cut in the afternoon.  I’ve got to get it colored so I don’t look so old, because ageism is upon me.  I fly back Thursday night, unless the place I phone interviewed for wants me to come out for a face-to-face interview.  Then I will have to go directly from the conference to there for Friday, then back home.  Thinking about the “just in case” is freaking me out. I have to pack for an extra day “just in case”.

I have to start doing laundry for this trip too.  All my work clothes that have been mothballed for a year have to come out of their corner of the closet and be re-washed. I have dishes that will need to be done (can’t leave them for the few days before DH gets home) and calculating lunch and dinner is complicated for me.  I don’t want left-overs sitting in the fridge.  I’ve got to pack breakfast food (in the form of protein bars) because the hotel is one that doesn’t offer a free breakfast.  (Fortunately, I got the student hotel rate, but there’s no student rate on food.)  I have to pack all 11 (or is it 12?) medications for this trip.  I wanted a smaller pillbox, but I haven’t got time to go to Walmart to look for one.  Or maybe I do.  I don’t know.

Aren’t I supposed to be looking for a job???

And that’s a fruitless endeavor too.  Yesterday, today… nothing there.  Nothing.  If I was an IT person, I would have it made.  (At least locally.)  If I had managerial experience, that would open some doors.  If I had specialized in anything other than what I did, I would be in a better position.  This conference is about the only place to find a job in my specialty.  And we still have to exclude anything that requires a security clearance.

So…. yeah, I am so frustrated right now that I want to cry.  (I also had therapy today, which is emotional for me these days.)  So many things to do, but my list only has 4 on it because I can’t even articulate them in my head.  (Although this post is turning into a pretty good to-do list.)  Anyway, I guess the first thing on my list is to go make dinner.

Wish me luck! (and sanity!) 😉


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Travel on the fly…

DON’T DO IT! My greatest words of wisdom: just don’t do it. At least, I can’t do it. Too much stress, too much disorganization, too much frustration – I can’t keep the mania under control in this situation. My husband swears I always have one “meltdown” while getting ready to travel, and after it’s over, I am able to calmly pack and get ready. It was more than one this time. And the packing was still a disaster. “We can do it in the morning, we need sleep tonight.” Not only did we not get sleep, but it took us 4 hours to pack for a 3 day trip. Even then, when I got to the hotel, I discovered that I had forgotten to pack underwear. The rest of the weekend didn’t go much better. The air conditioning in the car went out so we were both hot, tired, and cranky the entire trip. I’m even feeling anxious just remembering it. Oh, and I forgot to pack my Klonopin. If I had packed it, everything probably would have gone much smoother.

I’m too tired to go into any more detail tonight. I meant to write this over the weekend, but I got distracted watching television. Isn’t that always the case when we don’t want to deal with something? We allow ourselves to be distracted. Of course, a little mania helps too… oh, look at the shiny thing…

 

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