For me to be grouchy.
- It's the end of the term and students are whinny.
- I have lots of grading to do.
- Just out of the blue, the HMFIC of my campus resigned this week.
- It is rumored that the new HMFIC hates my program because of his interactions with the B back when he was the dean.
- We are traveling to our hometown for the holidays and I detest having to deal with family for the holidays.
- Since we did not visit last year, Husband really wants to go this year.
- Because of the methotrexate, I can only handle one drink which means I can't get comfortably numb during the visit.
Students will be whinny. I limit how long I allow them to whine. And, grading will get done...it always does.
As far as the new HMFIC goes, I am taking a guarded approach. He doesn't know me from a can of paint, nor I know him. He has no idea about the hours of sweat I have put in make the department what it is now. I have good data to back me up, not to mention folks in higher positions from him who know the good work that I have done and continue to do. So, I guess I will just have to figure out what makes this guy tick.
Yet, I am still grumpy.
I can't change the family thing. I dread going through the mental preparation for it. I have to psych myself up, put on the social mask and pretend like I am so happy to see people, when all I want to do is rip their still beating heart out of their chest.
OK...maybe that was a little harsh. But, you get the idea.
I've never have unrealistically high expectations about the holidays. Actually, it's the opposite. I actually have much lower expectations. Usually, they are right on the mark. Seldom, have I ever felt like "Wow, that was not as bad as I thought." So, one would think that knowing this, I should not be stressed.
Yeah, not so much. I guess I just dread being right.
Sigh. Wake me up, when the holidays end.