Stress in all shapes and sizes

I always believed I do not become stressed. I have recently discovered this is msot definitely not true. I quit my job, planned a holiday, started trying to find a new job and also have looked for a new place to live while attempting to move out of the my studio flat and find someone to take over the lease.

This, shocking to me, is quite a stressful thing to do all in a small space of time. It made me go on anti-depressants, suffer stomach pains, lose sleep, talk nonsense and eat. well, not that I don’t do all that on a daily basis, but it kind of nuts just how regular it all became.

it’s stressful. writing applications,s crolling through websites, fielding phone calls, arranging people and times, cancelling tiems when someone says yes, then re-organising when that person backs out. Receiving rejection letter after rejection letter, applying for more jobs, looking at other flats, eating, and eating and eating some more.I’m surprised my head is still on the right way.

To top it all off, I come home one day to find my baby brother who I’ve seen for 1 week in the last 16 months, sitting in my kitchen. so now I’m looking after him as well.

Give me that chocolate bar before my head explodes.

today’s musings – mind the gap

all the scares today about the possible closure of most tube lines didn’t really bother me as i never ventured further than the end of my street today, recovering from a crazy weekend at work as it is. H0wever, tomorrow is another story as I join thousands in the early hours of the morning attempting to make it to work on time and not be stacked, although maybe that’s what I actually want?

There’s good news: I can have a relatively stress-free day, seeing as I have the Picadilly line on the doorstep (relatively speaking) and then I just swap to the Jubilee, both of which are working fine if going to be mroe than slightly overcrowded this week. The downside? I already refuse to catch the Jubilee in the morning, as any line going through Canary Wharf is more like a WW2 zone than an enoyable journey in the mornings. But I don’t have many options available, besides waking 4 hours earlier and walking….which is definitely not on the cards.

I don’t understand the frustration regarding the tube. Ok, I have only been living in London for 5 months, so maybe I don’t exactly understand all the problems which lie with several lines of cables extending underneath the groaning streets of London, but as I have survived derailments, delays, hail, snow, rain and sun I can safely assume I’ve been through quite a bit on the tube, along with sudden stops, cancellations, etc etc. I still lvoe travelling by tube. Let me put it this way:  previously, if I missed a train there would not be another one for half an hour. And that was into the city, from which point I’d have to walk around the CBD to get anywhere as there is no inner-city public transport. Having  train everywhere 2-5 minutes, and alternate buses is miraculous. I lvoe the tube. Trying to find new ways to work this week is going to be enjoyble in the sense of exploration, and if I’m late for work, well, it means I’ll get to do less work and still be paid for it.