I've got two Christmas parties where I work, and had the first one yesterday. I just need to vent. Please feel free to join in if you do too.
Yesterday was for the whole company. I had a long train ride to a different city for this. To make it worthwhile, it was a long day with lots of activities (which were very stressful for me) and lots of drinking (I don't drink and hate being around people who are drinking). It was badly organised, so we also had a lot of down time trying to think of things to say to each other (more stress).
I was worn out and didn't psych myself enough for the bar we switched to for the evening. It was a nightmare of noise and crowding, I wasn't prepared, couldn't handle it, and I turned and walked straight out again through everyone else coming in. Great. After a bit of time outside, I worked out a strategy and got into the right headspace and went back in.
I went up to someone who I know never stops talking and joined his group, so I only had to smile and not say anything. After half an hour I said I had to get the train back and said my goodbyes. The other people getting the same train pointed out it was an hour too early, at which I was honest and said I didn't like bars and couldn't spend any longer there.
Walking around killing time until the train, a homeless man asked for money for food and I offered to buy him some. He told me how much he hated life and how miserable everything was. I felt both upset for myself because it's exactly how I feel, and like I was wrong to feel it because I wasn't homeless and begging. I felt terrible for him. He needed proper help and wasn't getting it, and had said so, but I had no reply. Unfortunately my overwrought feelings came out in Caffe Nero and I burst into tears as soon as I spoke to give my order. Great again.
I had to wait for the train I was booked onto. I'm angry that I was required to stay for the some of the evening, which I didn't know about until too late to ask to leave earlier. I'm new at the company, on probation and finding it a real struggle. The whole day was mandatory, and I didn't want to create a conflict. Keeping my job is my priority so this time I put up with it. But it was so late going home. It meant that when I finally got to my home station it was after 11pm and too late to walk so I had to get a taxi back to my house.
If the rest of the day was stressful, that was nothing compared to the prospect of getting a taxi at the end of it. One of my traumas began when I got into a fake taxi and was abducted, and I've only recently managed to take a taxi again. That accomplishment was in the middle of the day in the city centre, though, and this was late, dark and down deserted side streets. In the end it was fine and I had no panic or anxiety, although when I was finally inside my house I had quite a bit of somatic reaction.
To round off a perfectly horrible day, I'd been so stressed and exhausted I forgot to get receipts for my meal on the train home and for the taxi, so I can't claim the money back for them. I know I need to get over this but it's making me really, really mad! After all that, I have to pay for it out of my own money too!!!!
At least after showing willing this time I feel able to refuse any more bar evenings. Our next party, for just my own office, is much nearer to Christmas and is a meal followed by drinks. I'm only going to go the meal. That's enough of an ask, really, since it's at a steakhouse and I'm a vegetarian....
Yesterday was for the whole company. I had a long train ride to a different city for this. To make it worthwhile, it was a long day with lots of activities (which were very stressful for me) and lots of drinking (I don't drink and hate being around people who are drinking). It was badly organised, so we also had a lot of down time trying to think of things to say to each other (more stress).
I was worn out and didn't psych myself enough for the bar we switched to for the evening. It was a nightmare of noise and crowding, I wasn't prepared, couldn't handle it, and I turned and walked straight out again through everyone else coming in. Great. After a bit of time outside, I worked out a strategy and got into the right headspace and went back in.
I went up to someone who I know never stops talking and joined his group, so I only had to smile and not say anything. After half an hour I said I had to get the train back and said my goodbyes. The other people getting the same train pointed out it was an hour too early, at which I was honest and said I didn't like bars and couldn't spend any longer there.
Walking around killing time until the train, a homeless man asked for money for food and I offered to buy him some. He told me how much he hated life and how miserable everything was. I felt both upset for myself because it's exactly how I feel, and like I was wrong to feel it because I wasn't homeless and begging. I felt terrible for him. He needed proper help and wasn't getting it, and had said so, but I had no reply. Unfortunately my overwrought feelings came out in Caffe Nero and I burst into tears as soon as I spoke to give my order. Great again.
I had to wait for the train I was booked onto. I'm angry that I was required to stay for the some of the evening, which I didn't know about until too late to ask to leave earlier. I'm new at the company, on probation and finding it a real struggle. The whole day was mandatory, and I didn't want to create a conflict. Keeping my job is my priority so this time I put up with it. But it was so late going home. It meant that when I finally got to my home station it was after 11pm and too late to walk so I had to get a taxi back to my house.
If the rest of the day was stressful, that was nothing compared to the prospect of getting a taxi at the end of it. One of my traumas began when I got into a fake taxi and was abducted, and I've only recently managed to take a taxi again. That accomplishment was in the middle of the day in the city centre, though, and this was late, dark and down deserted side streets. In the end it was fine and I had no panic or anxiety, although when I was finally inside my house I had quite a bit of somatic reaction.
To round off a perfectly horrible day, I'd been so stressed and exhausted I forgot to get receipts for my meal on the train home and for the taxi, so I can't claim the money back for them. I know I need to get over this but it's making me really, really mad! After all that, I have to pay for it out of my own money too!!!!
At least after showing willing this time I feel able to refuse any more bar evenings. Our next party, for just my own office, is much nearer to Christmas and is a meal followed by drinks. I'm only going to go the meal. That's enough of an ask, really, since it's at a steakhouse and I'm a vegetarian....