I was talking to a friend of mine at the bar tonight about another friend who had to give up the drink because of stomach trouble. I said, "Ya know, I really don't drink a lot, but I do like to have a beer or two after work because I get so stressed that the beer helps calm my stomach." He then went on to tell me that if you do the best you can, it's all you can do, and you shouldn't let yourself get so worked up, and it's as bad as a heroin habit to get all stressed out about work, blah, blah, blah.
I've heard all this before (well, maybe not the heroin reference, but this is Delaware), and I understand where everyone is coming from. The thing is, I DON'T WANT YOUR ADVICE. I am not asking for your advice. Sometimes I will gladly ask other people for their opinion about things like good sock yarn, a dinner recipe, how to talk to a difficult relative. I DON'T WANT YOUR ADVICE ABOUT MY JOB. I live in Delaware. My hands are tied. I have the best job this state has to offer. I know that I have a choice job, and I know it may kill me, but it is what I have to do right now.
I appreciate kindness. I'm not really mad at my friend. He knows that my company can be difficult. He also knows I have to stay there right now. The thing is, don't tell me how to handle myself at the company I have worked for six years, and DO NOT tell me that it is not worth getting worked up over. That really burns my biscuits, and then I am mad because we have wasted good biscuits.
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