I used to tell myself that no matter how cranky, sad, stressed, happy or psychotic I got, I never reached for the lolly jar, chocolate bar, slice of cake or bowl container of ice-cream.
I'm starting to think there's an emotional eater trapped inside me.
It's only now with no sustenance allowed that I'm acknowledging their existence, but at the same time trying to silence them with a large green Granny Smith.
Why would people decide to make last minute changes to a meeting agenda that has been set in stone for a week, and then also decide that an additional person needs to tag along when it's on the other side of the country in ten days times and all the plans are already finalised??
Why would people interrupt my hectic day by ringing and asking "is boss-man in the office" five times a day when his daily whereabouts are available on the intranet for all to see?
What kind of moron rings me asking what day meeting papers are due when I spent 2 hours re-jigging the administration requirements calendar, adding them to the intranet and providing them to all staff in a colour-coded pdf only two days ago?
I should point out that although my dessert-inducing stressors did momentarily impact my ability to converse with colleagues in what would be called a polite, professional manner, they are:
Although this month's mission has been a total failure from a successful completion stand point, I honestly think I'll get long term benefits from it. I'm learning that small amounts of sweets satisfy me as much as large amounts, that I really am full after finishing a tuna salad, and that no, the world will not end if I don't have a Freddo Frog.
To quote from the phrase book sitting on my desk "give the dangerous drama queen her chocolate."
I'm starting to think there's an emotional eater trapped inside me.
It's only now with no sustenance allowed that I'm acknowledging their existence, but at the same time trying to silence them with a large green Granny Smith.
Why would people decide to make last minute changes to a meeting agenda that has been set in stone for a week, and then also decide that an additional person needs to tag along when it's on the other side of the country in ten days times and all the plans are already finalised??
Why would people interrupt my hectic day by ringing and asking "is boss-man in the office" five times a day when his daily whereabouts are available on the intranet for all to see?
What kind of moron rings me asking what day meeting papers are due when I spent 2 hours re-jigging the administration requirements calendar, adding them to the intranet and providing them to all staff in a colour-coded pdf only two days ago?
I should point out that although my dessert-inducing stressors did momentarily impact my ability to converse with colleagues in what would be called a polite, professional manner, they are:
- Really just first world problems; and
- Helping me understand my eating habits more
Although this month's mission has been a total failure from a successful completion stand point, I honestly think I'll get long term benefits from it. I'm learning that small amounts of sweets satisfy me as much as large amounts, that I really am full after finishing a tuna salad, and that no, the world will not end if I don't have a Freddo Frog.
To quote from the phrase book sitting on my desk "give the dangerous drama queen her chocolate."
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