The fiance (former g/f) is a teacher, but a teacher for autistic kids. It’s one of those things that you fall into, I don’t think that she chose it per say but she seems to like it…I think.
While my job may not be a teachers job in the way that I look after or teach people things, I like to think that I face my own stress as well. When seriously compared (or she is a better story teller) my things don’t matter. It’s amazing how your problems can seem the worst in the world and then when someone else puts them in perspective with their story. Stories of kids going crazy in the classroom, parents dealing with the mentally disabled children and the general teacher gossip that goes around.
I wondering what it would be like teaching children, everyone things that they would be good, I’m sure that I would be alright but who knows. Not me, I’m actually quite scared of children…well teaching them…parenting them. I like the bit where you can take them have fun with them and give them back. There is none of that with teaching, you have to be tough and kind as well.
I wonder what she would be like in my job, the daily stress of last minute requests, the strategy meetings, the juggling multiple projects, the pressure of the projects the constant meetings.
It’s amzing the amount of misgiving that people from different professions have about each other is amazing, I admit that I was one of those that would tease teachers from afar, but now having the experice of living with one makes me realise how much they actually go though. To be fair listening the primary/junior secondary school kids on the train maked me want to tape their mouths shut and staple their bags to them. I couldn’t possibly deal with because of a profession – I have a hard enough time dealing with the animals that I work with.
It’s with this same perspective that I look at all other people with a jobs – waiters, cooks, lawyers, train drivers, police, trades people – they all deal with the stress of their own type.
Wow, now that was tough. I actual week were I didn’t get home till after 11pm, I had dinner at work, I didn’t see my fiance for 3 whole days. I actually felt like that I had made it to the corporate life, the life that I had always seen and heard about. The one where people give up almost everything for work.
It’s amazing how dedicated some people can be and it became evident that I can be that dedicated, the couple of weeks that I have been doing this I realised the amount that people are prepared to give up for little gain.
I had been convinced to do this due the the great exposure and experience that I would get, I hated it at first. The mundane work, long hours and the exposure and experience that I wasn’t getting.
I stuck with it, the dinner at work, 15 hour days, 60 hour weeks. I don’t know if made an impression or not but I”m leaving now because I couldn’t handle the work and I wanted to go back where it was easy.
Go back where it was easy, that part I don’t like, the part where I might have given up because it all got too hard. I don’t know how this will effect me in the future but I hope that I made the right decision.
Nothing. Well to be honest almost nothing. Let’s get a little more detailed shall we.
I get home about at 6.30 pm (on average), anytime between now and 7.45 pm is dinner (cooking and eating). I clean up after dinner which will normally take me to about 8.00 pm, and then I’ll clean up and get ready for the next day (shower/shave/clothes). It’s now 8.30 pm, here is where the problem starts, I have to be in bed at 9.30, I don’t think that I’ll make it to bed by 9.30 because I’ve got things that I like to do at night.
- See friends
- General surfing the Internet
- Say out after work
How can I do all this in 3 hours without doing it all, for 90% of the time I don’t get anything done that I want to. I would like to do some sport during the week now and that would push things out again, I don’t like having to give up my mornings as I like getting up early and either getting into work or going to the gym.
I’m going to try to make it work, but my problem is the other half, and now fiance. She hates the fact that only get 3 hours, so I’ll try to make it work. I don’t know how long it will take before something/someone breaks.
Who would have thought that living together would have been so hard, well most people I guess I just didn’t think about it. I probably should have I don’t know why I thought that it would have been easy, living out of each other pockets was never going to be easy, I realised this at the point when we started commenting on each others toilet habits, that’s about when it got a bit much.
I’m not used to the routine either that she has, so regimented so routine. It leaves little to be flexible with the little time that I do have to do what I want. There are many things that I have found out that I would like to share with you now.
- I didn’t know that pillows also existed for decoration. I thought that beds served a practical purpose and since no one has seen it yet decoration seems useless.
- Beds need to be tucked in a military fashion otherwise it is not made
- House cleaning must be done at 7am on a Saturday morning.
- Gardening is meant to be fun
- ‘You’re the man’ is meant to he a sufficient reason for almost everything
It’s not that I’m complaining, it is that I’ve never segmented duties to gender classification, but it seems the I’m relegated to the garden work and she to the house work.
I don’t know if it has been the years of nagging and negative comments, but I’m just very cynical of her now. Or am I too emotional that I take comments that she said too personal. Who knows.
I’ve never had one before, I’m a pretty relaxed guy. I don’t let too much phase me nor to I take many things to heart. Altough recent problems with the new fiance has meant that I’ve begun to stress a lot more than I used to.
I’ve started to have a very uneasy stomach, with it causing lots of discomfort, I’ve also had a lot of chest pain on the left side. I’m not certain if this is because I’m also unfit.
There are days that I don’t even want to come home because I don’t want to deal with the uncomfortable conversations that I know I have to have.
I guess this is one those grown up things that I have to learn how to do.
So I haven’t come very far, I have only myself to blame.
Should I try again or try a different strategy, most of the mistakes I’ve made and tried to fix I’ve done on my own without the intervention of others. I doubt that this is going to be any different.
I have thought about getting a gym buddy or someone to help me with food (my biggest problem) but this thought faded quickly. I just don’t like the idea of anyone helping me or having someone to rely on…or is it rely on me.
My main moment of weakness is dinner, I come home after work and desperately hungry and just start eating food. I have noticed a pattern though and this may come and no surprise, the worse my sleep the worse my eating. This morning I got up late and skipped breakfast, ate too much for lunch. The only upside is that I didn’t get hungry in the afternoon like I normally do.
I think that I’ll get a soup for dinner as this should tide me over until I have to go to sleep.
Measurements
- Weight: 93 Kg
- Waist: 106 cm
- Chest: 105 cm
There are quite a few times that I miss haveing my camera around, I mostly don’t carry it because it can be a pain to carry if I already have a work bag and a suit. I try to make an effort one or two days a week usually on a Monday or Friday.
Doing this means that I miss out on rare opportunties like today. Walking out of the office and just missed a bit of a shower or drizzle but looking up towards to the Paris end of Collins Street I saw one really strong rainbow, there was another but the colour was weaker.
It wasn’t just the rainbow that was stunning, the light was this light sepia colour everywhere, the air had this great wet fresh smell about, the clouds around the rainbow that this look like someone had dragged a rake across the snow.
I wish that I had my camera to capture that moment and the sight, I couldn’t describe it well enough which is why I take photos and not write poetry.
Hopefully I’ll get that chance again.
Today is the day that I start, I have been lazy for too long and I have made all the excuses in the world but it has to start sometime and now is better than any time before and anytime to come.
- I no longer sleep well
- I am loosing concentration at work
- My eating patterns are unstable
- I cannot control what I eat
- Cravings are driving me crazy
- I’m in danger or not fitting into suits
- My immune systems isn’t as strong as it used to be
- I am out of breath more often
- Constant headaches
I should have done this years ago when I tried the gym workouts but couldn’t stick with it and I’m going to try again. I have to get a food right otherwise none of it is going to work, I have make a habit of exercise otherwise it is in vain.
Measurements
- Weight: 92 Kg
- Pants Size: 36/38 Inches 92/98 cm
- Waist (belly button): 106 cm
- Chest: 105 cm
The area that worries me the most is by waist, this has to drop or my health risks will continue.
I will start today, not by drastic exercise or a fad diet, but by just saying that today is the day that I have to begin.
Do you walk? To work, competitively, home, to the station, bus or just after work because you want to.
I don’t walk, I don’t really like it and I find it slow and boring. But quite a few people at work have gotten together to take on something called the Global Corporate Challenge (GCC), a quick warning that the website sucks, slow flash and badly designed.
Now I’m walking more, not because I enjoy walking but I suppose to try to be competitive. I heard that 10,000 steps per day is the quota to be healthy. I have heard of those that are clocking up 25,000 per day which is a lot of steps. I have noticed a problem though, walking everywhere is great, even if it is freezing cold outside, walking in a business suit. Also active walking can work up a sweat, turning up at a meeting or to the start of the day sweating isn’t what I’m after.
It is though a fair indicator of how much I don’t get around, even if I don’t reach the magical 25,000 steps mark I’ll try to aim for 10,000