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anxiety monster
Jan. 14th, 2020 07:58 am I have avoided looking at a credit report for the longest time.
Going through the process of filling out my paperwork for bankruptcy, one of my tasks was to get a credit report and list my accounts individually.
Turns out, I won't be filing after all.
Thankfully, I was able to pay off one debt that was in collections right away. I'm still trying to figure out a solution for my student loans like a lower monthly payment, but it was a huge relief to realize that the situation wasn't as bad as I'd previously thought.
Work is....a clusterfuck. They took away our service desk and now we are a square station in the middle of where the photo lab used to be. You literally have people all up in your personal space, trying to ring them out. There's no clear path of form a line and people have already started arguments about who was first ugh
Honestly, I'm waiting for the moment there is a physical altercation between a member and an employee. Sometimes these people get mad, dudes get aggressive, etc. There is no barrier between you and the customer, they can easily reach in the register till or touch you. It's nuts.
Yesterday, the anxiety got so bad I couldn't breathe. My team and I are practically on top of each other, and then this big burly guy I was helping was standing so close to me I could feel his breath. I can't fucking do this.
Thankfully, I'm a clever witch and will be planning my exit as to make sure that I can get unemployment when I quit. Aside from the anxiety, they took away our fatigue mats and now we have to stand on the hard concrete all day. So, I will have to get a note from my doctor about my hip dypsplasia (which also affects my back and my feet). Our GM told us that we have to walk around the club, selling credits to people who are shopping. Again an anxiety trigger for me, and this is not what I signed up for when I accepted my job offer.
Someone suggested I get an Rx for anxiety meds. UUUH...Why do I have to fill my body with poison just to make some company rich. Fuck off with all that noise. So yeah, I haven't been as proactive with my creative projects because I'm dealing with this anxiety bullshit.
Going through the process of filling out my paperwork for bankruptcy, one of my tasks was to get a credit report and list my accounts individually.
Turns out, I won't be filing after all.
Thankfully, I was able to pay off one debt that was in collections right away. I'm still trying to figure out a solution for my student loans like a lower monthly payment, but it was a huge relief to realize that the situation wasn't as bad as I'd previously thought.
Work is....a clusterfuck. They took away our service desk and now we are a square station in the middle of where the photo lab used to be. You literally have people all up in your personal space, trying to ring them out. There's no clear path of form a line and people have already started arguments about who was first ugh
Honestly, I'm waiting for the moment there is a physical altercation between a member and an employee. Sometimes these people get mad, dudes get aggressive, etc. There is no barrier between you and the customer, they can easily reach in the register till or touch you. It's nuts.
Yesterday, the anxiety got so bad I couldn't breathe. My team and I are practically on top of each other, and then this big burly guy I was helping was standing so close to me I could feel his breath. I can't fucking do this.
Thankfully, I'm a clever witch and will be planning my exit as to make sure that I can get unemployment when I quit. Aside from the anxiety, they took away our fatigue mats and now we have to stand on the hard concrete all day. So, I will have to get a note from my doctor about my hip dypsplasia (which also affects my back and my feet). Our GM told us that we have to walk around the club, selling credits to people who are shopping. Again an anxiety trigger for me, and this is not what I signed up for when I accepted my job offer.
Someone suggested I get an Rx for anxiety meds. UUUH...Why do I have to fill my body with poison just to make some company rich. Fuck off with all that noise. So yeah, I haven't been as proactive with my creative projects because I'm dealing with this anxiety bullshit.