Anger. Sadness. Happiness!

Happy? Yep, happy. How come? Different mindset. 2 Weeks ago I informed my boss that I would not be taking on a new contract. The work makes me ill physically and emotionally. The company where I work has difficulty with boundaries because there is no management on the production floor. My boss expects everybody to perform without guidance and he does that on trust. This works for 80% of the work and the other 20% does not get done because people do not feel like it or do not have knowledge on how to do it correctly. Which is exactly how a company loses money. My job is in the 20% but I get no tools or budget to do my business there and quite frankly; most people don’t want their job to change.

I fitted in PERFECTLY since I have difficulty with boundaries I went head first and all in. That got us to a place where we got ourself a top score on an important industry test / audit. But all in all, going head first and all in is never a good idea and that is what will cause havoc later. Now this approach is not useful anymore and in order to stay healthy I need to set boundaries. Due to my nature I have difficulty doing that. As a person I have a weak connection to my ‘starting point’. Based on reliving an experience in the womb where my twin brother died, I believe that my energetic boundaries were crushed in that process and I got ‘dislocated’ in this world – within myself. Without myself. Not sure where I went, how to phrase it, but that’s how it feels. And I am actually pretty sure that is what and how it happened. This is my truth. An uncomfortable one, and one that set me on an unhealthy path but hey, learning experience (?).

So, back to boundaries: don’t have them. Worked ok. Then nearly got me killed by being so overworked and lost in myself that I thought it would be better if I did not exist. Then hope came along in the shape of a book (why are you not surprised? πŸ™‚ ) advised to me by my GP. It is about homeopathic medicine in the weirdest way. And addresses issues like ‘not having boundaries’ and ‘feelings running wild’. Ha! Recognise that? :-). So… while I still thought I had a job I went all addicty on this new stuff and ordered every different dilution of everything I might ever need in my life. πŸ™‚ Spending the amount of a 4 day holiday on that.

I started with Vernix Caseosa (homeopathic dilution obviously!) which is about developing boundaries and partially about incarnating. Obviously a GOOD concept. πŸ™‚ One good thing is that I lost interest in suicidal thoughts. Sounds frivolous but that is what happened; directly after taking Vernix and quitting I did not see suicide as a solution anymore. Guessing that is goodlike. πŸ™‚ Don’t know, because when in that state I think that stepping out is a goodlike. So it balances out, still, meaning that I am not overwhelmed with joy yet. But I have this morality which says that choosing life is better than revoking it. So I guess that sort of settles it, even though it does not add up inside yet.

Well, immediately after taking Vernix (boundaries) I experienced physical sensations where my ‘being’ would reach out to my skin level and be able to exist there. My skin is very, very tight, like always tense, on edge and keeping people, influences, energy out. Now I felt I could relax there. NEW!!

I also experienced the lack of boundaries in my work and other people’s work and all the issues became apparent! So ab-so-lu-te-ly overly right-in-my-face apparent. And gosh I got ANGRY, you can not believe how angry I got. I wrote a 2 pager to burn the my boss’ wife’s department to the ground in explaining them how they do not function in any way. I did not send it out because at my boss question if “Does that make them cry and go home early?” I answered that this would indeed be the intent and goal. So I got a “No.” 😦 Bummer. πŸ˜€

So, yep, I was mad! Told my boss I was so angry that I was going home and would work from home till the next day where we would meet. That was ok-ish. Next day he said my attitude had worried him. I kindly replied that if he had worried about other people’s attitudes towards me we would not be sitting here having this conversation.Β  To which h agreed actually. And then the whole monologue of all the stupidities of my co-workers spilled out and it was dark, dirty but healing to get it off my chest and informative to my boss. Yes, I mentioned my own inability to deal with it too. It is not a one way thing obviously.

Never in my life I had experienced work boundaries so clearly as I did and shit.. whoa…. they hurt. But it hurts more if they are not there. I have experienced that as a sensation, a feeling but that left. I now only know it as knowledge, with my brain – my tendency is still to not like boundaries but, slowly things are changing. No boundaries is a good recipe for pain. As a person with an addictive personality, say more ‘lacking boundaries’ in all ways these can be understood, it is frustrating to come up against them. On one hand I feel the peace of energetically developing boundaries and realising my co-workers cross these day by day. On the other hand the fear of really incarnating within this world, this body drives me nuts when I think of it. Just seconds but whaaaa, the energetic power in that is tremendous. Talk about pressure cooker under pressure. “Breathe, relax, drink water.” But also: “If I am really here, I can be really hurt and they can do to me what they want. So I prefer to be not here.” They = my personal boogeyman.

Ooh, did I tell you I had 2 guys coming up to me congratulating me (or more: themselves) with me leaving “So we can finally, maybe, meet some time after work?”
Wot?!!! And then: Yesssssss!!! Incarnation does have its added pleasures as well. πŸ˜€ I had forgotten about that. I had planned on not doing stupid things since both of them are married. Once is actually married with two women at the same time and not living with either – that is very well possible in the Middle East. Is he an ass? Well, he’s been set up by his parents who married him off at 19 and has not seen his wives in ages. Does that make it ok? Don’t know. On the one hand I am thinking I should not get carried away in this. On the other hand: he is a freakishly handsome son of gods and my brain shuts down when I see him, my knees buckle…. who am I to go against nature? Ok, weak excuse.

Did I mention boundaries before? And developing them? Ha! Out comes karma to lay down another trap disguised as a young Eastern prince with a gorgeous appearance coming up to me and literally offering himself because “I can feel you are interested in me.” Ooh yes! Obviously I said; “No.” because work.

I have been interested since day one that I saw him. Even though we hardly ever spoke he felt that and acted upon it. Luckily I have developed a natural shyness when it comes to intimacy since being sober but indeed I did shave armpits this morning. And you all know what starting to shave means. Sigh. Well, in a month time I will be free of the contract and we shall see. No chipper frolicking before hand. πŸ˜€

People think my boss is going to ask me to stay. He certainly started to appreciate me again when I was training him to take over my job. That was good fun. πŸ™‚ I am going to miss this. He organises my brain very nicely. I appreciate that.

All in all things have been difficult for a few days when being over the top, out of this world angry, until, haha, I read up in my ‘Inspiring homeopathy’ book from Tinus Smits who, says the next step in the homeopathic process of this extreme anger. Which is only logical obviously because the biological purpose of anger is to guard our boundaries. And when I get aware of boundaries no wonder anger pops up. Duh?!

So…. Would I have not given up my job if I would have been aware of this? I think so. So is it a bad idea to leave? Not sure. Today I am ok, after 3 days of weekend. But on a daily base I bike to and from work crying. Which is 14-15 kilometers of crying. That is quitΒ  a lot. Officially I do not have the right to unemployment benefits because I ‘left’ and did not get fired. Hoping my boss will help me out with that because I need some rest to regroup. But he actually is not like that, says that able-bodied people should not receive benefits.

My family thinks I should have / should call in sick and get sick leave money. Which is understandable because the situation actually makes me sick. But I don’t want to go there because that keeps me in believing that I am unrepairable and victimized while I think I ‘just’ need to finish this neatly and get over it. Like I did with the last job. And ghegheghe… make better choices next time.

If I had put any thought to this when I started the job I would have known this would happen, actually, I knew this was going to get out of hand due to management lacking. I did not know about the verbal sexual abuse and neither of the other almost 20 ‘tips’ the boss’ wife was going to give me on my appearance. 😦 I think I would not have felt so absolutely alone if that had not happened. Possibly I could have dealt with the other issues better if I had felt supported and felt that I could actually say something about it to my boss. But he’s going to hate his wife for this – he is very much against any of her demeaning jokes and bully behaviour. So I can not tell him. Crying now. All is totally natural and understandable and totally unfair and I feel so powerless in this.

What I did learn as well is that, apart from all that is lacking in me, I have tremendous business insights in process and where the money is made and where it is not. I sense where things are going wrong in an instance and see through all the mechanisms quickly. I quickly come up with solutions which are complete and sustainable, including the human factor which, in this company often means: teaching, restoring respect, having personal contact, improving team spirit by working on tiny ‘stupid’ issues as complaints like: “They never inform me when they leave or ask me if I need help.”

I am happy that I quit. In many ways. But I am worried about why I keep on ending up in companies with women crossing all kinds of boundaries with me. Not sure how to approach. If anybody has a tip there I am eager to hear. 😦 Apart from me developing some boundaries so that people do not even THINK of crossing them. Pfff. I already look like a fricking schoolteacher without money, I can’t really downgrade even more without being picked up by the police for tramping.

Ok, gheghe, maybe I should change the name of this blog into ‘struggles of a non repairing addict’. But no! I am actually happy ever so now and then lately! Not having to do the frustrating, shitty parts of work in my job anymore make it very relaxing. Knowing that I can actually leave is very nice even though I am very sad and I do not want to, I’m thinking my time here is up and I have wrecked myself yet again / let myself be wrecked again. Whatever. Not healthy. Can’t deal. Leaving for new pastures, nothing left to lose here.

I am happy to see what lies ahead. As I realise I still have a lot to lose, don’t want to be disrespectful to those who have lost more than I. But I am happy that I am free to change. Something is in the air. πŸ™‚

I am happy that I quit. This is an exciting journey. A women who loves herself would have loved herself a little earlier possibly so it would not have to come to quitting jobs, being overworked, feeling down and miserable. BUT, then I would not have gotten informed of the new homeopathic stuff I found so…. there is a silver lining here. πŸ™‚

Wishing you a happy, sober new day.

xx, Feeling

 

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