Problems are happening. Changes are being made. I seem to be the only one that knows that when things change, and problems occur, you gotta re-think your approach.
I will ignore the specific problem, the specific changes. I will admit I may be wrong. But . . . I worry. Things are clearly changing, and they seem to be changing in a way that needs a specific solution. My bosses, on the other hand, think I should do exactly the opposite.
I may be wrong. But . . . I worry . . .
On to other worries . . .
Someone sent me a package. They first tried to deliver it on the 18th. No notification was left saying they tried to deliver it. Instead, I received a post-card several days later (Monday, the 24th) saying they were going to send it back to the sender on the 25th. I called and said I would appreciate if they attempt to deliver it again. I said I'd be available to receive it today after 2:00 PM. The pleasant man on the phone said, "Fine," and then on Tuesday I found a notice on my door saying they tried to deliver it again. This time, there's an automated number that refuses to give me the option of talking to a human. I call the old number, and they are no longer tracking it by the ID number they gave me. They can't find it. So, on Wednesday I received a notification that they attempted to deliver it again. Still no new tracking number provided. Thursday, they said it was their third and final attempt. Still no tracking number provided. Today, Friday, I got home from my therapist's at about 1:45 PM. There, on my door, was a notification saying they'd tried to deliver it for the final time. The SECOND "final time."
Still no tracking number. Stupid bastards. I've gotta figure out something, but bureaucracies intimidate me.
So, I worry . . .
Another work worry:
They're supposed to be sending out information about the new company health insurance options. I have not received it. The registration starts on October 1st, just three-and-a-half days away, and lasts exactly two weeks. It's not the package I'm expecting, as they do not have this address. I've moved so much, work only has my step-father's address. He's staying put, and I hate to have things lost in the mail, so that's that.
Given that I rely on insurance to pay for the nice Pills, I worry . . .
When I worry, I worry as a full-time job. I spend all of my time and effort wondering, "How horrible is this going to be?" It's not healthy. I need to stop worrying.
When I worry, my reserves of kindness and good will are rapidly depleted. I spent the week snapping and snarling at virtually everyone. Or avoiding people in order to prevent a chance for snapping and snarling at them.
It's not healthy. I need to stop worrying.
So, that's my week. I won't pretend these are pressing, major worries. In fact, I'm saying exactly the opposite. They're minor, petty things I have little direct control over that become worries.
I'm merely saying, "I'm worried," and considering what happens when I worry.
I can straighten things out with the package. It'll be a hassle, but it'll be settled.
I can figure out who DID receive the information for insurance enrollment, and copy it. Or, I can call the company and make them send it again. Either will swiftly solve my problem.
If my calculations are right at work, the bosses will notice and adjust their thinking accordingly. If I'm wrong, nothing will happen.
Still, of course, I worry . . .
Peace, kats and kittens.