This morning Stress Monkey wakes up at her normal alarm at 8am, then hits the usual snooze until 815am. She's feeling tired, as always, and annoyed that she has to go to work. This being an adult thing sucks.
She makes it to work to be greeted by her Director, a man who graces the office with his presence every once in a millenial and prides himself on making his peons immensely uncomfortable during the five minutes he spares to interact with him. He says to Stress Monkey "I'd like for you to join me at lunch around noon." I'm in trouble. He's going to tell me what I'm doing wrong and what I need to do better. Stress monkey felt a small glimpse of relief after she overheard him inviting a colleague to the same lunch and mentioning that visitors will also be attending. Okay I'm not in trouble.
The relief quickly subsided when Stress Monkey realized SHE STILL HAS TO GO TO THIS LUNCH. My stomach's upset. Why am I going to this lunch when I have nothing to talk about with these people? I am already so tired and anxious. I don't feel good! Maybe I can get out of this some how?
Stress monkey finds herself in a very common scenario- where she feels pressured to do something she really does not want to do, in order to maintain a normal appearance to the outside world.
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