Mental health check-in

Got some news Wednesday morning that is a doozy. Work related. Can't legally say what happened but it has dumped a hail storm of stress on me. I mean, damn. Crazy shit. In short, someone else dug a hole and I have to fill it.
 
Mojo MonkeyZero.

Sun Valley that's a cool bachelor pad

Work is kind of weird just now. Lots of craziness and hard situations but I've got a grasp of the remit I'm covering and I've also landed a slight but permanent promotion which gives me a decent enough incentive to not look for anything elsewhere for the time being so I'm feeling pretty good all things considered. When I picked up this remit in January I took A LOT of the day to day mental baggage home and I really didn't like that but I'm taking it in my stride now, probably check my emails less often at home now than when I was just day to day classroom teaching.

It's quite fun dealing with the tricky parents who already have or are coming to realise that I'm not going to get railroaded by them. :embarrassed:
 
Well, that’s different.

We had an org realignment recently and I have a new director, who is currently my acting manager until he hires someone to be my direct manager.

Overall, this is good news as the company is growing and the old alignment spread everyone across multiple geographies, multiple verticals, and even geo-political regions.
This should provide more focused resources within each region.

The bad news is my new director is very much like my boss at my old job.
I left my old job largely because of my old boss.

I’m at the point in my career where I have no patience for egos and empires.
I just don’t care about that shit. Never did, really. Before, I was either oblivious of it or lucky to be on a great team.

This is one of the best jobs I’ve ever had and it’s turned to shit because of one person.
Actually, he has built a team of seemingly like-minded people, or a bunch of yes-men. I’m not sure.
But I’m sure that I don’t play those games.
I had 2 colleagues on my immediate team that are equally or maybe more freaked out.
They’re scared. I’m pissed off.

Anyway, this is a good thread in which to vent.
I’m not sure what it means to me in terms of overall mental health.
I know I’m grumpy again.
I know I’m going to stress over future events that I’ll be expected to attend and have zero interest in doing so, but will “look bad” to the bosses if I don’t.
I already have one of those on the books, but I have a bit of an out for that one, so I don’t feel bad about it.

On one hand, I’m thinking about sticking it out for 3 more years, see what happens, and then maybe retire early and try to die at the right time.
On the other hand, I’ve got 5 fingers.
 
I just re-read my post and something occurred to me.
My job dictates my happiness.
That’s kinda fucked up. No?

I mean lots of other things make me happy and probably keep me sane, but if the job changes, I change.
 
Stressed a bit. Not because of work but because of family health issues (physical and mental). Also because I'm a shittier musician than I would like to be.
 
Mojo to all
@dodgechargerfan Of course can't speak to your specific situation but one thing that I found when retiring that it didn't cost as much as I thought it would of course YMMV. I spent a lot of time before hand planning and budgeting and when the first year of retirement was over I was surprised that I didn't spend what I thought. I've read others that say the same thing. If your job defines you it's hard to quit but IMO if your job defines your happiness you should quit
 
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also, my youngest daughter came over and hung out for a while and helped me get that TV stand up the stairs. And then we had a beer and hung out watching a little Taylor Swift on NPR tiny desk. That was nice.
 
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also, my youngest daughter came over and hung out for a while and helped me get that TV stand up the stairs. And then we had a beer and hung out watching a little Taylor Swift on NPR tiny desk. That was nice.

Love the bachelor pad. Mojo that you can continue to work this out amicably with your wife and that the kids will understand. I went through this 8 years ago and as un-fun as it was, we managed to work out the divorce between the two of us with a minimum of drama, at least on my part. Having older kids does make this easier.
 
It is a minor thing, but I am having to deal with some age related stress whether I want it or not. I have been blessed with good genetics and have done at least a decent job of taking care of myself, so for over 60 years I have managed to have good health for the most part. I can easily pass for someone in their late 40s. I have never had any surgery nor broken a bone (maybe a toe once....maybe).

But a crappy physical changed that. I am now on meds for the first time in my life. I am waiting on blood test results that are likely good news, but have that 25 - 30% chance of being bad news. I'll know in a week. I guess I am at the point where I need to be overly good with my diet, like it or not. I am back on the exercise train and just need to discipline myself to stay there. I set an initial goal for getting my weight back under 180 lbs (from 185 - 189ish. Small loss, but it is where I need to be). That was accomplished in less than 3 weeks. I was 178 this morning. Hopefully I will be down to 1 medication when I get another blood test in 3 months. But reality is setting in. I'm over 60 now. A good status quo just takes more effort now.
 
It is a minor thing, but I am having to deal with some age related stress whether I want it or not. I have been blessed with good genetics and have done at least a decent job of taking care of myself, so for over 60 years I have managed to have good health for the most part. I can easily pass for someone in their late 40s. I have never had any surgery nor broken a bone (maybe a toe once....maybe).

But a crappy physical changed that. I am now on meds for the first time in my life. I am waiting on blood test results that are likely good news, but have that 25 - 30% chance of being bad news. I'll know in a week. I guess I am at the point where I need to be overly good with my diet, like it or not. I am back on the exercise train and just need to discipline myself to stay there. I set an initial goal for getting my weight back under 180 lbs (from 185 - 189ish. Small loss, but it is where I need to be). That was accomplished in less than 3 weeks. I was 178 this morning. Hopefully I will be down to 1 medication when I get another blood test in 3 months. But reality is setting in. I'm over 60 now. A good status quo just takes more effort now.
Need to work on some of that myself. Good luck with it.
 
Reading all of this stuff really makes me appreciate all I have. After recovering from shoulder surgery (not a pleasant experience, but stuck with the PT every day for six months and now - probably for the rest of my life three times a week) I have no complaints. The myasthenia gravis is so far controlled by medication and hasn't progressed, for which I am grateful, and currently seems to be strictly ocular.

It's funny - for many years I used to introduce Mrs. bsman as "my first wife". For some reason, she didn't find that amusing so I stopped. Perhaps that's one reason we're about to observe the 45th anniversary of our first date?

Anyway - health, job, relationship, and economic mojo to all those who need it.
 
As many of you know if you follow my FB and/or IG, I was recently in India on vacation. It was a great trip. I was staying at a friend's parents house in a very built up suburb of Mumbai (Bombay). Her parents are wonderful people. I thought she was a good person too. Thought is the operative word here. We had a 5 AM flight to Zurich to get back to Chicago so we had been up all day and needed to get to the airport around 1AM. I was posting some pics from the trip. She didn't like the way I worded some of the captions and started sending me rapid fire messages about everything that she didn't like. It was something like one every 10 seconds or so. I got annoyed and said that I didn't appreciate the editing in that fashion. Within seconds she stomped down to where I was sitting and proceeded to tear my head off in a 10 minute monologue of screaming about how I didn't do this and that like she asked with the pics, and that I didn't understand Indian culture, and I couldn't understand everything about India in 10 days, and that I was just another arrogant American. She went on and on without letting me get a word in edgewise. She then stomped upstairs to her room. I was dumbfounded and felt like I was attacked. The first thing I did was go to the airline app and change seats for the flights home. I really couldn't deal with her sitting next to me for 22 hours. She then sent me even more long winded messages about basically the same thing. This was what really got to me: "I am never going to bring any American friends, especially white, with me to India ever again." On the way to India, she asked me not to judge all Indian people by the actions of a former boss I had. Now she was doing the same with Americans, and specifically white Americans.

We got a ride to the airport and rode in silence. At the airport and at the layover, we probably didn't exchange more than 15 words. This was festering so I sent her an email stating that I thanked her and her parents again for my stay, and then going on to state what was bothering me. She repeated the same diatribe in the response.

I'm done with her. Later today I'm sending her the keys to her apartment. I had a set in case of emergency. I'm cutting off contact with her and blocking her on social media. During the trip she was very judgmental of my mental health issues. I tried to be a good friend to her for many years. Yes, she allowed me accompany to India. I'm thankful for that. But I have done a lot for her over the years also. I feel like I was kicked in the teeth. She is very judgmental, bordering on racist, and lacking any empathy for others. I don't need that kind of BS in my life.

The issue is that I don't have many friends. Losing one is a big deal to me. But this one isn't worth keeping.

EDIT: I sent her an email detailing my feelings, apologizing for any cultural insensitivities (that I didn't even recognize and were never explained to me), and letting her know that nothing was done out of malice.

She replied saying that I was blaming my depression and health issues for some of the issues (she doesn't understand the difference between sadness and depression). She also blamed me for falling twice at and after her parent's anniversary celebration (once while getting on a tour boat and once getting out of a taxi). I hurt my leg getting out of the taxi and may have had a slight dislocation that repaired itself at night when I was able to stretch my leg. I have a high tolerance for pain. She was complaining that I said my leg hurt. Having a high tolerance doesn't mean that I don't feel pain, it just means that I rarely need painkillers for it. Her father insisted that I take ibuprofen for it. She held that against me too. Apparently she was looking for a perfect travel companion and I just didn't measure up. What a psycho.
 
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As many of you know if you follow my FB and/or IG, I was recently in India on vacation. It was a great trip. I was staying at a friend's parents house in a very built up suburb of Mumbai (Bombay). Her parents are wonderful people. I thought she was a good person too. Thought is the operative word here. We had a 5 AM flight to Zurich to get back to Chicago so we had been up all day and needed to get to the airport around 1AM. I was posting some pics from the trip. She didn't like the way I worded some of the captions and started sending me rapid fire messages about everything that she didn't like. It was something like one every 10 seconds or so. I got annoyed and said that I didn't appreciate the editing in that fashion. Within seconds she stomped down to where I was sitting and proceeded to tear my head off in a 10 minute monologue of screaming about how I didn't do this and that like she asked with the pics, and that I didn't understand Indian culture, and I couldn't understand everything about India in 10 days, and that I was just another arrogant American. She went on and on without letting me get a word in edgewise. She then stomped upstairs to her room. I was dumbfounded and felt like I was attacked. The first thing I did was go to the airline app and change seats for the flights home. I really couldn't deal with her sitting next to me for 22 hours. She then sent me even more long winded messages about basically the same thing. This was what really got to me: "I am never going to bring any American friends, especially white, with me to India ever again." On the way to India, she asked me not to judge all Indian people by the actions of a former boss I had. Now she was doing the same with Americans, and specifically white Americans.

We got a ride to the airport and rode in silence. At the airport and at the layover, we probably didn't exchange more than 15 words. This was festering so I sent her an email stating that I thanked her and her parents again for my stay, and then going on to state what was bothering me. She repeated the same diatribe in the response.

I'm done with her. Later today I'm sending her the keys to her apartment. I had a set in case of emergency. I'm cutting off contact with her and blocking her on social media. During the trip she was very judgmental of my mental health issues. I tried to be a good friend to her for many years. Yes, she allowed me accompany to India. I'm thankful for that. But I have done a lot for her over the years also. I feel like I was kicked in the teeth. She is very judgmental, bordering on racist, and lacking any empathy for others. I don't need that kind of BS in my life.

The issue is that I don't have many friends. Losing one is a big deal to me. But this one isn't worth keeping.

EDIT: I sent her an email detailing my feelings, apologizing for any cultural insensitivities (that I didn't even recognize and were never explained to me), and letting her know that nothing was done out of malice.

She replied saying that I was blaming my depression and health issues for some of the issues (she doesn't understand the difference between sadness and depression). She also blamed me for falling twice at and after her parent's anniversary celebration (once while getting on a tour boat and once getting out of a taxi). I hurt my leg getting out of the taxi and may have had a slight dislocation that repaired itself at night when I was able to stretch my leg. I have a high tolerance for pain. She was complaining that I said my leg hurt. Having a high tolerance doesn't mean that I don't feel pain, it just means that I rarely need painkillers for it. Her father insisted that I take ibuprofen for it. She held that against me too. Apparently she was looking for a perfect travel companion and I just didn't measure up. What a psycho.
Yikes! I did see your pictures. I am hopeful you enjoyed the trip despite this nastiness. Good riddance to that travel partner I say.
 
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