No.
I’ve been really stressed out about work. This was actually a very cool job (8 minute commute, good coworkers) until about a month ago when a former coworker got promoted to manager. Suffice it to say he’s not cut out for the position. Our recent sprints have left me with fuck-all to do almost all the time while being massively overworked the tiny remaining portion of the time. Had a heart attack at work 4 weeks ago. I’m 29 with no other risk factors.
Add to this the fact that I recently discovered in my otherwise wonderful relationship that my partner doesn’t deal with polyamory very well at all, despite earlier expressions. I don’t blame her at all; you can’t know how you’ll feel about something until it happens, but it’s killing me. I don’t want to feel caged in, but I also feel like I wouldn’t enjoy any other relationships without having her to come home to. Lose/lose.
In addition, my increasingly aging grandparents (91 and 90 years old respectively) are requiring more and more care, and get more forgetful by the day. I recently found out they’ve been spraying windex on themselves for some sort of medical treatment? I have no fucking clue. Grandma always asks the same questions and I always give the same answers. I see them every Saturday to pick up my grandpa to get groceries.
Also, my actual home is a fucking mess. I’ve been letting a friend stay with me for over two years now and they have trashed one room and moved on to another because our AC is broken and the portable AC fits better in the window of the second room. Things have marginally improved on this front after telling them some things that seemed to get across how I was feeling.
I’ve been dealing with all this by eating massive quantities of clonazepam and gabapentin every day for the last few weeks, but my supply is running thin. I’m signed up for the motorcycle safety course in a week and I intend to get my bike the same day I pass. Maybe I’ll die in traffic.
> Suffice it to say he’s not cut out for the position. Our recent sprints have left me with fuck-all to do almost all the time while being massively overworked the tiny remaining portion of the time.
This seems like something to bring up/address in the Sprint retrospective. While I find that often retrospectives aren't very useful, this kind of quantifiable and actionable thing is exactly what they are meant for.
Wow, that sucks, sorry to hear. Sounds like your grandparents may need home health care, what's their living situation? They may benefit from further help than you can provide from your limited free time.
Add to this the fact that I recently discovered in my otherwise wonderful relationship that my partner doesn’t deal with polyamory very well at all, despite earlier expressions. I don’t blame her at all; you can’t know how you’ll feel about something until it happens, but it’s killing me. I don’t want to feel caged in, but I also feel like I wouldn’t enjoy any other relationships without having her to come home to. Lose/lose.
In addition, my increasingly aging grandparents (91 and 90 years old respectively) are requiring more and more care, and get more forgetful by the day. I recently found out they’ve been spraying windex on themselves for some sort of medical treatment? I have no fucking clue. Grandma always asks the same questions and I always give the same answers. I see them every Saturday to pick up my grandpa to get groceries.
Also, my actual home is a fucking mess. I’ve been letting a friend stay with me for over two years now and they have trashed one room and moved on to another because our AC is broken and the portable AC fits better in the window of the second room. Things have marginally improved on this front after telling them some things that seemed to get across how I was feeling.
I’ve been dealing with all this by eating massive quantities of clonazepam and gabapentin every day for the last few weeks, but my supply is running thin. I’m signed up for the motorcycle safety course in a week and I intend to get my bike the same day I pass. Maybe I’ll die in traffic.
Anyway, thanks for reading my novel.
No, I’m not interested in therapy.