QUOTE (JES80 @ Oct 14 2009, 09:24 AM)

a perspective from the other side...from one who is working while going through peri.
Its difficult, just plain difficult!!!!
Many say I'm lucky to be working while dealing with this, and I sit here and envy those of you who aren't.
My schedule and my particular job is stressing. I work for a printer, and they believe in running presses 24/7. I work 12 hr days for 2 days, then off for 2...it repeats somewhat like that. I have to keep work going to our plate area, and take care of any problems that come up with jobs which include making decisions of keep printing or pull the job. In these times, if you make a mistake or a wrong decision it will be held against you. I have made a mistake several months ago, and it has unnerved me so bad...as I now have something on my record, I have been at this place 22 yrs. My work record and attendance is outstanding, but that doesn't matter now.
Now, this year I have had to deal with anxiety attacks and have to walk away for a bit. I am very forgetful and can just zone out staring at the monitor and then totally forget what I was doing. My concentration s*cks!!! That scares me. I am quick tempered now, and I have very little patience for stupidity. I also find that I am WAY more outspoken now then I used to be, and I know this has to also be controlled or I will be a target for the next 'down sizing' which usually hits at the beginning of every year. I am 51 and cannot afford to lose my job...yet.
I am so tired of having to 'control' myself while at work. It is exhausting!!! I am on AD's. So the daily struggles of self and work are great.
So from the other side, I envy you who don't have to work!
Please take care of yourselves.
jes
Hi jes.
I know what you mean about deadlines, etc. when it comes to printing. I used to work for a magazine publishing/ad agency and we had deadlines all over the place! Then, we had to work with the Japanese nationals' deadlines to attract clients and those with purchasing power on their economy. Honestly, as you commented, part of me is happy to be out of that rat race while the other part of me contends with feelings of uselessness and laziness. I also know what you mean about temperance and impatience. Mostly because the industries we are in sort of go hand-in-hand, and short tempers have no place there. Deep down inside, I know that I just don't want the headache anymore because at this point in my life, there are some things I am unwilling to accommodate. Honestly, I can't say I
would control myself at work because at this point in life, we seem to have earned some level of tolerance from others. Otherwise, we would be disrespected by industry/workplace peers when we
know we know what we're talking about and to be doubted by someone just pushes my buttons!
There seems to be so much disrespect and disregard in the workplace that it's shameful. When I was about 41 my old boss retired and I got a new boss who told me that I was too old for my public relations position. He repeatedly told me that
my subordinate, who was only 27 and only had 2 months experience in the industry, should have my job because she had 'the look' he wanted. Let me say that, without bragging or exaggerating, I now look all of 27 with makeup, and without makeup I look about 25. So I looked younger then than I do now and I still get carded! I wear makeup to try and look my age, but I think the numbers kind of threw him for a loop b/c he and I were around the same age; however, I had more education, more work experience, etc. He just happened to get the job b/c I did not apply for it. Internally though, I was distraught over what he kept saying to me in private, but externally, I fought back and tried to sue for age descrimination. It turned out that because he only told that to me without any witnesses I had no case. It was a horrible experience, to say the least, but I now understand how people who are discriminated against for age feel.
Having said all of that to say this... I just don't want to justify the age number, nor should I have to. I was interviewed for a newspaper job (account exec) and when the guy found out that both my sons were active-duty military, he sort of guessed at my age without overtly guessing at my age or the actual number. He just commented, "Aahhhh, you don't look like you have grown children. You look like a child yourself." I responded, "You're too kind," instead of responding with his anticipated "I am 43." Needless to say, I didn't get the job.
It's absolutely
exhausting trying to control your emotions when you know they are valid. Just hang in there and sooner than later I'll probably be back out there with you trying to control mine

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Take care.