What do you become when you are overworked/had enough?

Gala--

Interesting question.

I can run for a long time on pure adrenaline, but eventually I crash. Left to myself I'd curl up under the bed in fetal position, oblivious of the dust woollies.

Usually this is impossible, so I move through the long, long minutes of my days on auto-pilot relying on well-honed practical precedents and the rules of etiquette.

When pushed to hard, I'll snap. Unfortunately when I let loose I can remember every single insult that has been festering and I can think of every single word that describes my rage and disgust.

I become rather vague & disorganized when too stretched & tend to lose my keys a lot! :wink:

msolga wrote:

I become rather vague & disorganized when too stretched & tend to lose my keys a lot! :wink:

I wish I would become vague instead of becoming volcanic. When you say losing your keys-- do you mean misplacing them, and then you are left to turn the place upside down till you discover they were in your purse all along? Or do you mean losing Losing them, where you end up having to get them replaced?

Gala wrote:

msolga wrote:

I become rather vague & disorganized when too stretched & tend to lose my keys a lot! :wink:

I wish I would become vague instead of becoming volcanic. When you say losing your keys-- do you mean misplacing them, and then you are left to turn the place upside down till you discover they were in your purse all along? Or do you mean losing Losing them, where you end up having to get them replaced?

I mean I misplace things, Gala, & find myself combing over my last 50 steps to track down the missing object (not just keys!).
I've learned that if I lose my keys (or my sun glasses, or ....) more than twice in a day, that I MUST slow down .... & make a list of what needs doing rather than continue doing do things at once.
... & to stop looking for the lost whatever (because it will not be found!) ... & just be content to know it's here, somewhere & will materialize when I don't need it! :wink:

I become short. Sometimes that works for me rather than against me. And sleepy.

I tend to thrive on it.

I am a quiet man, I simply become quieter...more focused on the work...at times I have a very tedious job, luckily I am a detail orientated person....jigsaw puzzles, and various miniatures....building HO scale military vehicles/dioramas as well tinkering with my trains have been passions of mine.

But, when I am pushed to my limit...which is quite high, my hatred of "noise" doubles then triples...commercial construction sites are full of noise, jackhammers, paint sprayers, power washers..etc. I usually get around this by going outside often, and also by working late and on the weekends when nobody is around but me.

Hmm...well I guess when the caffeine wear's off, I simply crash. Nothing like some rest to re-fuel the engine. I think some R&R is the solution all the time.

I become a big crybaby.

Really, silly little things will make me cry while I appear to be holding all the big stuff together.

This is a pretty new thing for me as I've never been an overly emotional person but I've learned that a good cry helps me relax.

I agree. Caffeine keeps me civil, but a nap is truly divine. Preferably, the all day nap-- where you have no where to be and all the chores are done. I did this last Sunday. My only requirement was I could not leave the house. Ergo, I stayed in my jammies, napped, snacked, read, puttered and when that proved to be too much I napped again.