Under Pressure

The creepy mug has been retired and I bought a new one.

I was on a date last night. It went well but I am pretty sure I was crap company because of how tired I was. I am under a lot of pressure at work. Aside from the tiredness, I found myself talking shop a few times and I made myself cringe.

For me, this entire month of May will be one of the busiest and most tiring months. But this was by design and I don’t deserve any sympathy.

I did it to myself.

I am heading up a number of high profile technology projects that involve changing the way the company operates. There is a lot at stake.

My last 3 years of employment was spent planning what exactly needs to happen this year. I have been engineering and shaping the environment and getting all of my proverbial “ducks in a row”, before being able to start the work.

The project deadlines are aggressive. I will have to drive the projects, lead the people, steer the meetings, manage expectations and argue the toss with other decision makers, every step of the way. This is also by design.

I have a really intelligent boss who is supportive but my team is incomplete. The projects have started but people have jumped ship, so I am still recruiting and adding new people to the team. I have had to take massive risks to keep things moving.

I need to finish what I started and I can’t fuck it up.

I am now in a state of paranoia and obsessing over ways I could fuck things up. I need to find ways to offload some of the pressure and at the very least, not create new problems for myself.

Not fucking up equals working harder.

I need to be prepared to work longer hours and sacrifice my social life. I am asking myself if I should even be dating anyone at the moment. I can only be partially invested in starting a new relationship and don’t know if it is wise to start something that I can’t maintain.

Not fucking up equals staying SAFE, in every sense of the word.

The elephant in the room is my PTSD and whether or not I should even be dating whilst still in recovery from domestic abuse. Can I trust myself to make better decisions and keep myself safe?

Don’t get me wrong – going on dates has been a massive milestone in my recovery journey. I feel much better than I did when I started the blog but I am still a shadow of my former self. I am still scared of men.

These projects have been 3 years in the making but I did not plan to start my projects whilst smack-bang in the middle of the most traumatic phase of my adult life.

Not fucking up equals, being scared but not showing it.

What makes all of this worse is the years of trying to earn credibility at work going down the drain. My boss and many of my colleagues know about the abuse. He made sure of that when he sent an angry email to my colleagues.

They know what he is, that he is known to the police as a danger to women. They also know I was too scared to bring him to justice and I dropped the charges.

Everyone has been supportive but the inevitable consequence of his actions is how they now perceive me.

Knowing what they know, how can they not think that I am damaged and incapable of handling the challenges ahead of us this year.

No wonder my boss has been pissed off with me. I feel like he is concerned and all this is causing him stress. Or was he? Am I just paranoid? I don’t know.

I can’t stop obsessing about this stuff.

I have to be focused. I can’t make mistakes. Everyone is watching me now.

Shit it’s 7pm and I am still at the office.

Angels and Demons

I only have 30 mins to write so I decided to write about the first thing I could see in front of me, and that thing (IT) is my creepy work mug. It is my favourite mug at the moment and as you can see, it’s Pennywise the clown from the recent remake of Stephen Kings IT.

There’s a funny story about my creepy work mug. I bought it just after watching the movie in the cinema because I think clowns are cool, the movie was good and I have a bit of a crush on Bill SkarsgĂ„rd.

I bought it for work specifically, and guessed there would someone at work who would find it distasteful. I was naughtily looking forward to an interaction about it which I would find entertaining.

What I didn’t realise was that actually one of my own team mates is absolutely terrified of clowns!

I don’t know how I missed that detail. I must have been in a world of my own because I failed to notice that it was actually a big deal. Someone had recently pulled a clown-flavoured prank on them and they were still very upset about it. So unfortunately, when she saw my mug she assumed that I was taking the piss – but I really wasn’t and it took some convincing on my part for her to believe me.

Another story about my creepy work mug is I thought I had lost it. A few days ago I was working late at the office and the lady who cleans our office spoke to me to say she found it on a different floor and brought it upstairs for me to use tomorrow. I swear there are angels walking on earth right beside us but we’re too fucking ignorant to see them.

Sorry if this post was boring or irrelevant. I needed to write but I won’t have anymore time today. I have some last minute shopping and packing to do before I go on holiday with my brother and sister in law.

I really can’t wait, we are heading to North Wales and staying in Snowdonia – its going to be so lush!