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Just stopped work today for a couple of weeks. Not going away anywhere but this is my first break from work in 10 months.
I think the stress was starting to get to me at the end. I was getting a bit grumpy and you know it's time for a holiday when your staff start referring to you as "Mr Moody McMoody".
And that's just what they said to my face. What they were calling me behind my back I dread to think...
everybody needs a holiday, I've got a week coming up soon thank God
"And when you start to think about death, you start to think about what's after it. And then you start hoping there is a God. For me, it's a frightening thought to go nowhere".
~ Peter Steele
smiscandlon wrote:Just stopped work today for a couple of weeks. Not going away anywhere but this is my first break from work in 10 months.
I think the stress was starting to get to me at the end. I was getting a bit grumpy and you know it's time for a holiday when your staff start referring to you as "Mr Moody McMoody".
And that's just what they said to my face. What they were calling me behind my back I dread to think...
What are you going to do with your free time? Except for Heartland that is.
smiscandlon wrote:I think the stress was starting to get to me at the end.
Take it easy, and...what do they say..."work to live, not live to work"?
I got it completely wrong recently and have ended up on antidepressants and beta blockers after a particularly teeth-clenching night-time freak out.
Gripper wrote:I got it completely wrong recently and have ended up on antidepressants and beta blockers after a particularly teeth-clenching night-time freak out.
I wish i couldn't comment on that one, sadly I can
"And when you start to think about death, you start to think about what's after it. And then you start hoping there is a God. For me, it's a frightening thought to go nowhere".
~ Peter Steele
smiscandlon wrote:I think the stress was starting to get to me at the end.
Take it easy, and...what do they say..."work to live, not live to work"?
I got it completely wrong recently and have ended up on antidepressants and beta blockers after a particularly teeth-clenching night-time freak out.
"And when you start to think about death, you start to think about what's after it. And then you start hoping there is a God. For me, it's a frightening thought to go nowhere".
~ Peter Steele
