I carb load when I'm stressed. This is not a secret. Pretty much anyone who has ever seen me stressed knows this. And when I say I carb load I don't mean I eat a baked potato. I mean, I eat four doughnuts, three cookies, two brownies, and a piece of cake, in an afternoon...or I eat ice cream and m n m's for lunch, or I buy six boxed of girl scout cookies, then go to dinner at five guys, and eat all of the fries, and a bacon cheese burger. Oh, and if your curious, I did all of these things last week.
Its kind of ridiculousness how much I stress eat. Or how much I eat when stressed. Not only is my stress eating/binge eating exceptionally horrible, its also quite unhealthy. So, I've come to a conclusion. My job is killing me.
It's making my stress worse. The thing is, I used to love my job, back in my old position. I never felt like I had to much to do, I never felt like I was set up to fail. But back in September, I switched positions (get your head out of the gutter). I didn't get a pay raise, I did get a drastic increase in my workload, and a new boss, who is micro-manager.
So, I've come to a conclusion. For my waistline, and my sanity, and probably my heart, I've started to look for a new job.
What that means for you? Well, odds are I wont be posting as much, or probably as long of posts. Cover letters are a bitch to write, and probably as stressful as my current job situation. So as I apply for new jobs, and hopefully I will find something soonish, the economy is supposed to be picking up right? Expect for me to write a few shorter posts (I'm gonna try to stick to my twice a week sun-wed schedule).
p.s. If you want to volunteer to edit a cover letter/resume I will love you forever.