Angel at work, monster at home....help! - page 3
I always believed that I had a short temper...but lately I'm discovering some things that I really don't like about myself and I'm trying to find ways to change. At work I'm crazy busy, running... Read More
Aug 3, '11Quote from fuzzywuzzyAwww this makes me sad I LOVE coming home to our big, overly excited Aussie Shepherd! I cannot wait to hug him and play with him knowing he feels the same way about us when we get home. Animals are SO good for helping us manage our stress, IMO.And the dog gets a friendly pet before getting shut in the other room for a while.
Pets are THE best therapists! Anyone else feel this way, too?
Aug 3, '11Quote from Florence NightinFAILI love this little story (author unknown). It always helps me put things into perspective. It works in the opposite direction as well-we all should leave our personal problems at the door of the proverbial office. I can understand your frustration; you sound a bit burned out maybe. This may or may not help but thought I'd share. In the meantime, you should be taking care of YOU too, because if you don't, you'll have much less of yourself to give to your loved ones, where your heart really resides.I always believed that I had a short temper...but lately I'm discovering some things that I really don't like about myself and I'm trying to find ways to change.
At work I'm crazy busy, running around on my feet for the whole shift, stressed out, overwhelmed, have some needy pts on the bell every few minutes, rude co-workers etc. yet I maintain my professionalism, keep calm, have a nice attitude even when answering my annoying pt's 100th call to get her an item 3 inches away.
I smile at my coworkers, say please and thank you etc. etc.
Yet the minute I enter my house my whole demeanor changes. I become exhausted, frustrated, easily angered, snappy etc. I lose my temper with the ones I claim that I love (family) when I know prefectly well how I control that same temper with friends & at work.
I feel bad
The Trouble Tree
The carpenter I hired to help me restore an old farmhouse had just finished a rough first day on the job. A flat tire made him lose an hour of work, his electric saw quit, and now his ancient pickup truck refused to start.
While I drove him home, he sat in stony silence. On arriving, he invited me in to meet his family. As we walked toward the front door, he paused briefly at a small tree, touching tips of the branches with both hands.
When opening the door, he underwent an amazing transformation. His tanned face was wreathed in smiles and he hugged his two small children and gave his wife a kiss.
Afterward he walked me to the car. We passed the tree and my curiosity got the better of me. I asked him about what I had seen him do earlier.
“Oh, that’s my trouble tree,” he replied. “I know I can’t help having troubles on the job, but one thing’s for sure, troubles don’t belong in the house with my wife and the children. So I just hang them up on the tree every night when I come home. Then in the morning I pick them up again.”
“Funny thing is,” he smiled, “when I come out in the morning to pick ‘em up, there ain’t nearly as many as I remember hanging up the night before.”Last edit by JRP1120, RN on Aug 3, '11 : Reason: Added title to story