I made a lot of research before the operation and I had been told by many that it was unhealthy having different experiences. But I think, ultimately, doing research and comparing with people, there are two possible conclusions that I draw from my own: I expected I really worse or greater tolerance the pain that most people (which surprised me …).
For me, the most stressful of the whole story was the same day of the operation. It was the first time that I lived surgery and me stress that much. I was afraid of being sick to my alarm clock (which I particularly hate …) and make me fall asleep when someone m’enlève a piece of me (ok, a piece which I did not need, but still …) me stress … even today, I intensely afraid if I had to go back …
The woods are lovely dark and deep !
And I have miles to go before I sleep !
I have a feeling of not having time … to be said that the last few weeks, my baby and I shop the mortgage to buy the house. So, given that we still live far from the “city” is a half-hour round-half-hour return: it consumes a lot of time! But shopping is still very good, now that we are aligned!
In any case, this is not the reason for today’s article. You see, my problem is the cliques. I work in a place where workers (about ten) know each other for a long time. In fact, I knew five years ago when I worked with them for a period of three years. Recently, I returned to work with them. It’s amazing how five years can bring people!
Neither ethical nor working to honor those elements that are outside these “workers” lazy are the least work possible when the supervisor is present and almost nothing when he is absent. But who am I to judge? Live and let live. I do not tell them what to do and I work on my side while remaining friendly and respectful of those people that I thought my friends. The problem arises when I have more work to do and, as the place to ask the supervisor to find one of the most cowardly told me to wait for more directions. Error! Unlike them, I am not paid $ 22 an hour to stay planted standing on a carpet. Then, after several insults without letting me explain my side, the clique that has ceased to acknowledge my existence.
Two things I will no longer tolerate in my life are: the hypocrisy and cliques. These are two items that are sucking too much of my energy without injury.