The Plank In My Eye

I've been really trying to rise above my co-worker problems. But once it's been highlighted and egged on by some of my supporters, it's hard to un-see.

The vendor is rude and disrespectful and quite oppositional and from my perspective it's more with me than other managers. 

My buddy is supposed to be the telephony expert, headcount expert, and audit expert. How am I doing this and doing some of the clinical stuff?

And some of the compliance stuff.

Why is my boss so resistant to giving this girl work. 

Then I got another petty email from my old buddy.

It makes me furious. 

But I'm trying to keep my cool.

And then I secretly think, I'm so glad I'm leaving. I wish I wouldn't take things so seriously.

It's a great game of Politico. 

I've been wanting to ask my fellow overachiever how she lasts on the participation trophy team.

I'm mostly using this blog post to get through this meeting.

Ate some plantain chips. Not as tasty as I remember. 

Magic Math tells me I have 3.5 day left off this job. 

How to approach work more casually. 

I am easing off a bit. 

But it feels wrong to care less. 

I just want to impress my boss. 

She's not that into me. 

Ugh, and then I see things I could be doing better. 

Stimulus overload. Listening to a training. Listening to this meeting.

TV in the background.

I feel a little sick.

Just keep swimming. 

Nothing is annoying.

I actually tried forcing my self to smile for a few seconds and I almost felt happy...  like it was a recall memory of  the last time I smiled organically.

This might be new therapy.