Looks like stress really is bad for me.
Apr. 11th, 2007 08:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
janewilliams20And it really does make me ill. And is.
I should probably have got more sleep last night. Four hours is a bit tight.
Work was a bit stressful today. Not too bad, just things like bugs that don't stay fixed, a lot to do, and the project I'm meant to be spending the week implementing, the users haven't even agreed the spec yet and don't plan on reading it any time soon. Not much. But it adds up. What's really causing the problem is...
One of the email lists I'm on, there's been arguments. I'm not going into details here, and in particular I'm not going back to re-read and make sure I'm quoting properly, because it would only get me upset again. Someone - more than one someone - has been effectively distinguishing "us elite" from the "popular" reader ie. the unwashed masses. I object. I object a lot. The last off-list email I read, I object to so much that my next plan is to unsub from the list and block the sender from my email, which isn't something I've ever done before. Any jerk who considers themselves to be part of a self-proclaimed "elite" and therefore in the right to treat the unwashed masses as badly as they feel like (the unwashed masses who, in this case, are paying their wages, and who I call CUSTOMERS) is not someone I ever want anything to do with again. That, after all, is the path towards putting said unwashed masses in gas chambers to tidy the place up.
But, to do that, I'd need to check quotes, re-read, write a couple of emails, catch upon what's happened since lunchtime. And every time I try to think about it, I can feel my blood pressure going up. That links to the start of a headache, or yet another migraine. The slight chest pain that started that time I collapsed at Mel's is back. And I just had yet another go of IBS that I'm damn sure was triggered by stress, because tomato soup and bread does not do that! That's *before* I try to read, or write, on the subject.
So, there is a large chunk of my email that I am not reading at the moment, not even reading subject titles. It's in an autofilter that triggers on the word "Glorantha", which unfortunately covers more lists than one. If anyone on my FL is wondering why I'm not responding: that's why. Any PBeMs I'm in don't get filtered that way, it's OK, but a lot of general stuff does.
And, at nearly 9pm, I'm feeling either hungry or sick, hard to tell which. I should cook something, but I don't want to. Must be ill :(
Quick update. YM tells me when I get new mail. I'm seeing the titles of incoming messages off that list. I'm signing out of YM.
I should probably have got more sleep last night. Four hours is a bit tight.
Work was a bit stressful today. Not too bad, just things like bugs that don't stay fixed, a lot to do, and the project I'm meant to be spending the week implementing, the users haven't even agreed the spec yet and don't plan on reading it any time soon. Not much. But it adds up. What's really causing the problem is...
One of the email lists I'm on, there's been arguments. I'm not going into details here, and in particular I'm not going back to re-read and make sure I'm quoting properly, because it would only get me upset again. Someone - more than one someone - has been effectively distinguishing "us elite" from the "popular" reader ie. the unwashed masses. I object. I object a lot. The last off-list email I read, I object to so much that my next plan is to unsub from the list and block the sender from my email, which isn't something I've ever done before. Any jerk who considers themselves to be part of a self-proclaimed "elite" and therefore in the right to treat the unwashed masses as badly as they feel like (the unwashed masses who, in this case, are paying their wages, and who I call CUSTOMERS) is not someone I ever want anything to do with again. That, after all, is the path towards putting said unwashed masses in gas chambers to tidy the place up.
But, to do that, I'd need to check quotes, re-read, write a couple of emails, catch upon what's happened since lunchtime. And every time I try to think about it, I can feel my blood pressure going up. That links to the start of a headache, or yet another migraine. The slight chest pain that started that time I collapsed at Mel's is back. And I just had yet another go of IBS that I'm damn sure was triggered by stress, because tomato soup and bread does not do that! That's *before* I try to read, or write, on the subject.
So, there is a large chunk of my email that I am not reading at the moment, not even reading subject titles. It's in an autofilter that triggers on the word "Glorantha", which unfortunately covers more lists than one. If anyone on my FL is wondering why I'm not responding: that's why. Any PBeMs I'm in don't get filtered that way, it's OK, but a lot of general stuff does.
And, at nearly 9pm, I'm feeling either hungry or sick, hard to tell which. I should cook something, but I don't want to. Must be ill :(
Quick update. YM tells me when I get new mail. I'm seeing the titles of incoming messages off that list. I'm signing out of YM.
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Date: 2007-04-11 08:15 pm (UTC)By the way, I miss you.
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Date: 2007-04-11 08:28 pm (UTC)And I'm eating a poached trout fillet, and some stirfried bacon and cabbage. Weird mixture, but it's what needed using and was fast and easy.
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Date: 2007-04-14 06:38 am (UTC)Take a holiday from Glorantha for now. It will miss you, but it seems to be what we all have to do sometimes. Keep on following your own dreams and muses.
And eat. Stress out, relax. Go and blow up some more things. :)
Hugs
John
(borrowing my other half's account to post.)
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Date: 2007-04-14 06:43 am (UTC)http://www.iwantoneofthose.com/price-search/price-under-15/duck-fader/index.html
I will continue to be Gloranthan, and continue to ignore the arrogant jerk we discussed earlier, since he is manifestly nothing to do with the shared Glorantha we know and love. And I am well on the way to understanding how Kallyr became a duck.