In this moment I am hopeful

 In this moment, I am hopeful. I know it's fleeting so if I ever look back, I'll know it happened...that one time. 

I hope I get to read my stories from heaven. 

I'm watching this show called Relative Race. I'd never heard of it, but I was looking for something light last night and stumbled upon it on Roku channel. 

People are so obssessed with family in a way I never have been. I think I definitely take my family for granted. I know it's because of them that my life didn't turn out sideways. 

Well, in this moment I am hopeful. I see a second start, a fresh start. Not even necessarily a second act. I feel like the previous 35 years was the prologue. So the story is just beginning. 

I have no idea why I feel this way. 

Too much sugar? 

My college friend I recently re-connected with said she doesn't believe in God because her wishes didn't come true. I know the feeling, but I've never not believed. I felt disappointed, but never unbelieving. I just felt I did it wrong. 

Maybe she was the last piece of the puzzle somehow. 

I unearthed so many ghosts and the graves are empty and there was nothing to be found. I latched on so tightly to my boss, but it just didn't stick. 

It just feels like there's nothing left for me in the past. 

I was afraid of doing some of the things I did in the past, but now I think it was a good blueprint. 

I like church.

I like being nice.

I like people that are nice.

I also like being by myself. 

I like doing adventure sports, but not all the time.

I like puzzles and recreation, but not all the time.

I really enjoy TV. It's safe and usually doesn't hurt me. 

I like junk food. But sometimes I don't care for eating at all. 

No one on earth will ever love me the way I need to be loved. Nothing has happened in terms of my position on a long life, but I think I can make some effort to make it more bearable.

I think next year, I won't treat the no-go-outside-time from April to October. I think July and August are the hottest times, but there are some cool days between April to October that I can find. 

I can spend some money now that I have a better idea of how money works and can make projections. 

Money changes everything. Having more of it is better than having less of it. 

My Boss wasn't a replacement for my aunt. She wasn't here to love me. I think she was here to extend a hand which I gladly latched on to, but at some point I needed to let go. 

I can't love her enough to bring my aunt back or erase my guilt and pain. I can't love her enough for it to re-write the pain I must have caused my aunt. I can't love her enough that it will somehow reach my aunt. That's not how things work. 

In this moment of hope, I can start over. 

Understanding My Jealousy

 Just cried a little bit.

After having some strong disproportionate emotional reactions to work email.

First of all, this week has been straught with anxiousness regarding this pending job offer. No offer letter yet after refreshing email like a mad woman for the last 2 days. I hate taking this anxious feeling into the weekend but here we are. 

So I googled overcoming jealousy and it led me to attachment issues.

Some kids develop secure or insecure attachment styles.

I think I have an insecure attachment style.

So I thought back to my childhood.

I was brought over here for my safety. There was always this understanding that it was temporary. 30 years later, I'm still here and my parents never came back for me. I don't know that I necessarily wanted them to because I didn't want to leave America. But it would have been nice for them to have tried. For it to have felt like a choice. I'm understanding more and more just how much a sense of control over outcomes can do for a person. Even if it doesn't change the outcome, just the feeling of having some sense of impact on our life outcomes is transformational. 

Life-altering I would say.

This became my Death House because I just a reached a breaking point of trying to control outcomes without getting anywhere. I just decided to accept outcomes and stop fighting back. I became and am living as a victim of consequence. 

So that's where I am. I left my birthplace never knowing it's the last time I'd see my parents again as a whole family unit. I just didn't know. As much as I think all that modern fluffy parenting of explaining everything to a child is fluffy, I can see the benefits in adulthood. 

One episode of the The Family Bunch or whatever had the oldest daughter acting out because she didn't want to change her name. The therapist said she's losing control of a lot of her life outcomes, so just give her this. The step-dad wanted to be the authoritarian and insist that the child just obey, but the therapist won in the end. The child got to choose what she wanted. In the end, she chose to change her name with the rest of the family and verbalized how much she loved, cared for, and appreciated the step-dad. The outcome was the same for the step-dad but the journey, to me, turned out way better. That sense of agency.

I think that's what I lack. At this point, I feel like life just happens to me and it's just been this constant struggle to continuously adapt and reset. And I ran out of steam (see The Final Countdown).

Anyway, so attachment issue number 1 was pretty much childhood.

Then My Darling Aunty. I was mean-spirited in her final years of life. And eventhough I had resigned that she was going to die, the last time I saw her, I had no idea it would be the last time. I just left with a casual wave. And I never saw her again. She was the person I believe that loved me the most, only I didn't know it while she was alive. 

Then a few months later I meet My Boss. And she is this ray of light and has so many qualities that remind me of my aunt. 

And I form this insecure attachment because I can't ask her to reassure me that she loves and cares for me. That's weird. 

So the thing with living with my aunt was I always felt that if I was good enough, smart enough, well-behaved enough she would keep me and I wouldn't be sent back. See that relationship was complicated. It's how I missed that she loved me. I thought it was all merit-based. 

I think I carried that dysfunction into the relationship with My Boss. I say I churn for the Bonus Money. But really, I still want her to think I'm the best. Maybe if I do everything she asks, and respond to her every need - she'll love me the best.. at least out of her direct reports. Or friends, or family. It sounds outlandish, but here we are. 

I knew choosing me out of her family or friends that have known her more than a year was out of the question, so I focused on work stuff. 

The article I was reading, said jealous feelings on occasion are common, but jealous actions like trying to figure out where your partner is every single minute of day is unhealthy. It is to replace that reliance on the assurance you should really get from your partner.

But I can't ask my boss for reassurance. She would never tell me I'm her best or favorite or top employee. So I search her calendar (to try to figure out how much time she's spending with them).  I try to outperform my colleagues. I even mentally track their mistakes because the few times I tried to point them out got me in trouble. So that didn't work. I slip up now and then and try to backdoor their mistakes into conversations, but that always backfires.

When she praises other people, the jealousy flares up and makes me either completely detach or work harder. 

So today it flared up and I was really getting sick of my behavior. It has to stop. I don't think the week long anxiety was helping my situation. 

Anyway Overachiever #2 sent her an email an hour or so ago and she responded within 3 minutes. That annoyed me because she is regularly slipping this woman's name into conversation and giving her all the accolades.  And I'm thinking, I'm working just as hard to have an impact as she is. And Overachiever #2 was in my inbox buzzing around on some minor crap. That was annoying. 

I have unanswered emails to my boss but she has time to respond to Overachiever #2?! The nerve! Overachiever also feels free to just persist. Because she'd sent a chat message to me and My Buddy, and I wasn't responding. So she proceeded to send an email.

Then she sent our team two emails because our agent transferred a call wrong twice. TWICE out of 100s of transfers we do a week. TWICE. That was freaking annoying. Mind you I track all the errors her side makes but we haven't been addressing those in the spirit of teamwork and bigger fish to fry.

That was actually my fault. I should only be focusing on my programs and leave the greater business to the My Buddy and her direct reports. 

Then My Buddy. She sends two emails today. One was annoying because it's like, you're not even doing this work. The other felt accusatory. Did we get rid of this article too?, she asks. Ugh, come again?! It immediately annoys me. This was that 5-month project that she was supposed to be transitioning to me but then decided to stay in the workstream and contribute nothing. I think for me, if you didn't help do the work, you don't get to comment. And for the record, the document she is trying to reference never existed. Why don't you do some leg work or get one of your minions to look for it!

So yes, I am jealous because these two are a threat to my insecure attachment to My Boss. For whatever reason, My Boss thinks My Buddy is the goose that lays the golden egg. And the overachiever - I'm like stop buzzing around here. It's annoying because she's got my boss's attention and my boss's boss' (Big Boss) attention. So it's like a double-threat. At this point, that's not even a race I'm entering. Everytime it's a conversation or meeting with Big Boss I just have to bite my tongue, I immediately get into competitive mode. I mostly try that with My Buddy and My Boss at least in the very beginning. 

Now it's a mixed bag because I'm annoyed that I perceive her contribution to not be that noteworthy but she still has curried favor with My Boss. It's just a dynamic I don't understand. 

My goal IF I do successfully transition, is to do a 3 month washout period where I at the very least don't communicate with this team unless ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY. And soft goal of not talking about them - at least not outside of the blog. 

In fact, I'm trying so hard to go into this new role with a psychologically clean plate, I didn't even haggle over the offer. I'm just going to accept it. I want to not feel it necessary to churn. I don't want to prove myself. I want to work clinic hours and just float to FIRE. 

Today is Going to Be a Good Day

 I mean it's probably not. It's 4a on the dot and I'm awake.

I realized a few things. When I'm especially anxious/nervous, my brain misfires. It apparently can't function and keep my anxiety at bay well. 

So at some point I really need to prioritize relaxing.

One of the things I learned from my boss is how not to disparage people. I literally want to point out everyone's faults. But I make mistakes everyday. And I certainly don't want anyone pointing it out to me, I take it so personally I don't need anyone else pointing it out.

Yet somehow I keep a mental ledger. 

So why am I anxious:

I told my boss yesterday that I got a verbal offer for the new role -YES! I did.

However, now I'm anxious given my life history that the offer letter might not come and I may have jumped the gun. I'm still so devoted to her I wanted to give her as much notice as possible. 


Oh, since I can't disparage people to their faces anymore, I'm just going to do it here. My aunt gave me bad advice about the insurance company. She kept telling me I needed to call them first. And it wasn't making sense based on what I was reading on the internet and my general understanding of insurance companies. Since she's been a homeowner longer, I decided to listen to her.

Grrr. They've been trying to reach me and I've been holding them off- namely because they keep calling "my home phone" and missing me. Basically, she was saying I shouldn't do anything until they come and do an estimate. So I was kind of relying on them to tell me what the problem was and tell me how to fix it.

Nope, the guy finally emailed me and was like - we won't pay for the leak but we'll pay for any damage the leak caused that's more than your deductible (knew that). He was like call a plumber - and my aunt was all don't do anything until you talked to them first. So I didn't want to move forward with much more than that.

I mean I did use my good judgment and called a plumber, but they didn't really fix the problem, but I didn't want to have them cut the ceiling since that seemed pretty extensive without talking to insurance first, per my aunt's advice. 

Groan. 

I mean I'm still not looking forward to the headache of having more work done on the house. Using the second bathroom hasn't been that inconvenient. I mean it's right there. Luckily I don't have to go downstairs or anything. Honestly, I'm just a little grossed out of toilet water anyway. 

So there we have it. I haven't flushed the toilet since the plumber came out because I'm 100% confident that didn't solve anything. 

But I really don't know what the next step is. 

What'd I tell you - once I committed to this being a low cost year  - the powers that be would conspire against me. And they have. So housing repair. 

And I went to the dentist yesterday - yep... I need a revision on my root canal because I've been feeling heat sensitivity. Another series of appointments. Unfortunately for me, my dentist is 90 miles away and so is the referral for the endodontist. Now I have to find a new endodontist.  I might see if I have to pay though. If I don't, I might be more inclined to make the 90 mile drive.

Although yesterday when I did it, I pretty much hated it. I think what I may do is just take the whole day off if I decide to continue with that dentist. I was still stuck in making a good impression land and churn land when I was scheduling these evening sessions. 

Have to remember I have unlimited sick time (or something). I actually don't know, there might be a cap. I think it was Call Center #2 with unlimited everything.  But it's not Call Center #1 where we didn't have sick time.

Anyway, yeah, that's a pending mind shift. I can take whole days off to go to a doctor's appointment without much mental or actual penalty. I just have to rethink what makes sense for a 180 mile roundtrip. 

Let's see in the winter.. it's harder to wake up.. so I should be up by 10a... plus 2 hour drive.. 12n.

And in the summer, I'm up around 7a.. but don't love leaving the bed before 8a....so let's just say 9a... plus 2 hour drive... 11a...

I guess technically I have to be up for 9a for work in both seasons. So probably 11a is reasonable. Yeah, I might change my Feb appointment to 12n instead of 6p. And if I am up early, I can run errands. 

So yeah.. dental work + house repair - not known to be inexpensive line items. 

Yesterday I had two delicious bowls of rice and beans. Yum.

Eventhough I haven't signed the offer letter yet, I am starting to detach from current role.

My goal for the next 2 weeks is not to be hateful. Don't disparage my team or my boss or my role. I want to be kind and gracious. No JetBlue exit! I might even churn a little just to make sure they miss me - I mean they won't, but you know me. 

I think part of why I'm up - well my teeth wanted me to brush them and then I had to go poddy.. but also I'm really hoping my offer letter can get signed today!!!

Some New Perspective

 This morning I woke up extremely hopeful. Life was mine for the taking. It was purely meant to be lived by my design. I woke up with this idea that God was giving me another chance. Like the last 35 years was Life #1 and now I have a chance at Life #2. 

For whatever reason I just felt this strong urge to reset my life. 

Think back to who I was at age 7 when I had to begin my life again.

How do I write this story knowing what I know? 

Do I go into it optimistically or just compound the decades of negative emotion.

Oh but the tantalizing allure of hope.

I made beans and rice yesterday; it's easily one of my favorite foods but I pretty much gave up cooking in the last year or so. 

So I made that. And I woke up today looking forward to eating it. 

I wanted to go to church again.

I want to take all the good parts of Life #1 and try to create a better version. Maybe I get a Do-Over. 

I actually want some pancakes but that sounds annoying to make. 

I actively tried to use my last Yaymaker pass. Fail. I tried just not even looking for a Paint Nite Class and went for trivia, but staying up until 10p was not in the cards.  Then I decided to do a Paint Nite and chose Tuesday since that will be a bad day, but then I realized that's the day before my dentist appointment. I'll be too distracted to focus on Paint Nite.

Doing Paint Nite with my cousin kind of ruined it for me. I don't like her as much as I used to. Does anyone else feel like when you do stuff with people you want them to have the same experience as you. 

Blech.

Let's keep riding this sunny high.

I even checked the mail yesterday. The shoulder compression device I bought came earlier in the week but of course I haven't felt like going outside to check the mail. Well I did. Then I didn't feel like dealing with it. I think because I knew it wasn't really going to help. It didn't. It's too big so the compression part is useless. And it smellssssssssssss. I'm sensitive to smell, so the very strong odor of chemicals was actually unbearable so I just took it off. Fail. 

So that happened. 

Then I actually emailed progressive. Apparently when you don't answer their calls, they send you letters. One of the letters had an email address, so I did that. Yay, me. Again, when I know an action isn't really going to solve my problems, I'm just resistant to wasting my time.

So in my new life, I haven't decided what name to use. Right now I have the name I was born with. The name I use at work, and the name I tried to change my name to (Name #2). 

See, ugh. What do I do? Name #2 was full of hope when I imagined leaving NC for greener pastures. That didn't happen. I had every hope and dream pinned to Name #2. When nothing I thought was going to happen, happened, I kind of gave up. 

Ugh. Everything feels like a process. 

On tap for today, supposed to watch some movies and order $8 Papa John's pizza. 

Sometimes My Brain Plays Tricks On Me

 It's true. Sometimes my brain plays tricks on me. When I'm hurting, I am blinded by the hurt. It is the only thing I can see. It's the only thing I think I will ever feel. EVER. 

When I'm not hurting, it's hard to remember why I ever felt that way. Right now, it's one of those times. I have these vague memories of how I got here at work. I don't remember why I became so resentful at work. Why did I want another job anyway? What exactly don't I like about this place. 

I work from home. My boss is so lovable. The job is pretty easy, if not constantly shifting and confusing. I get paid pretty well if I color within the lines. So what gives?

I don't know. I try to remember, but it's like the pieces don't line up. Why did those grievances seem so magnified? Even when I try to remember, it's like my brain misfires and I just can't get there. Or if I get there, it's like a transient thought. 

This is what it must be like for happy people. Their pain is like a sting that quickly resolves. 

Anyway. 

For whatever reason, I have pretty much checked out of my job and I'm not sure why. I find myself hoping to get the next job. But I think it's less that I want it and more I don't want to feel whatever rain of pain is bound to come if I get rejected. 

I do picture myself feeling joyous when I tell my manager that I'm moving onto the next thing, but I don't fully know why. 

I'm actually terrified of meeting a whole new group of people. Having to churn for yet another year. Having to learn new codified corporate speak. Ugh. 

But then I think back to my current colleagues. Whatever the history, I find myself treating them like the enemy that I have to be tactical against. My brain has convinced me that they deliberately mistreat me, leave me out, talk about me, secretly harbor ill feelings towards me - so that it's only a matter of time before our working relationship turns entirely toxic.

So yes, that's what it's like to be me. At 4a, these are the thoughts that keep me up at night.

I think just in any situation when you're not allowed to be most of yourself and your key features are meant to be kept at bay, it's hard not to live in your head. Because, you see, when you are masquerading these different versions of yourself, to make your story stick, you have to come up with a backstory. Or at least I do. Maybe that's how I came to make my workmates the villain. 

I need a backstory to be able to live this talltale. 

There has to be some truth in it. 

A lot of it is past experience and when there's even a shimmer of that in current experience, the past experience becomes intertwined with the current experience. I think that's just life. 

So far I've been called challenging, no-filter, and snarky. When I've tried to defend my boss, in nothing but total devotion, she's snapped back at me - wondering why I'm so invested. How about that!

They do it so subtly that I don't even realize it until someone points it out or in moments like these. 

One thing I liked about Call Center #1 was that people were actively trying to vote me off the island because I didn't want to hang out with them. But I felt safer there in terms of job security because my job was pretty task driven and autonomous. 

Here, because the job is pretty vague and fluid, relationships are paramount. That's a scary cliff. It doesn't fit my ways of working. 

I think that's one pull for new job - it should be more technical. 

But I don't know, I'm just having trouble dealing with the fact that they didn't want me (right away). Are they going to interview the 2nd internal candidate now?

I'm giving it till Tuesday, then I'm calling it.

Wednesday will be so hard.