Wow! Today’s post, like yesterday’s post, needs to start with a thank-you for comments. Like all good bloggers I love me some comments; thank you everyone! To the various questions, I say:
- I’m getting regular Custom Lasik, not Epi-Lasik. Flap away, baby!
- I don’t have any pre-existing conditions that would prevent the surgery; I had all the tests done. Twice.
- I’m not that worried about night halos, because 1) Custom Lasik is supposed to have a lesser chance of that than regular Lasik; 2) I’ve already got night halos, so what is there to lose?
- I should have mentioned that the surgery is more affordable because we can use FSA, or pre-tax, dollars. Instant 30% discount!
I’m thrilled and encouraged by all your success stories. Countdown to Lasik: 56 days!!
On to today’s post
Long story short . . . I had a work screwup. An error was made back in June. I didn’t MAKE the error, and the party that made the error was screwing around with stuff they shouldn’t be touching, but . . . part of my job is to catch errors before the final product. I didn’t catch this one, it suddenly came to light, and suddenly everyone was pissed off and sending around nasty emails.
Oh, sh*t.
I panicked. I felt terrible. I worried about being reprimanded. I worried about being put on warning. I even wondered whether I would be fired.
I knew I was over-reacting even as I over-reacted.
It all turned out okay; no one is happy, but no one is angry at ME. Everyone pretty much blames the party that made the error, and the fact that I obviously felt awful actually found favor with my group; my boss’s boss stopped by personally to assure me that it wasn’t my fault*. Within a day or two it all blew over.
However . . . during that day or two I felt like hell. I lost my appetite. I couldn’t sleep very well. I felt physically ill and terrified.
It’s a great dieting technique, but it’s a lousy life technique.
I’ve GOT to learn better ways of managing stress. Being sick and shaky for twenty-four hours is SERIOUSLY less than optimal.
Suggestions, y’all? When something goes very wrong and you think it’s your fault, how do you deal?
*I’m used to dealing with screwups and mistakes; aren’t we all? But I find it much, much easier to help correct for something that wasn’t my fault to begin with. When it is my fault, it’s just so much worse . . .