Bad Work Days

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I feel dizzy, nauseous, and have a sharp, throbbing pain that shoots up and down my back. Muscles at my neck are tight. I can’t seem to breathe properly. My brain totally shuts down when I have to do some really important task. I make so many mistakes, and when those are pointed out, I get more nervous and make some more mistakes.

I don’t know what to do. A couple of weeks ago, I thought I was being really disorganized. But this week, I worked weekends, worked 15 hour days, got everything today, and still, the client isn’t happy. No-one at work is happy.

Where am I going wrong? What must I do to make things better? When will this feeling go away?

Comments

Anonymous said…
I think it's precisely because they're working you like a slave why you're getting flak from the client and everyone's unhappy at work. I dont know why the great corporate slavedriving mentality thinks work will get done better if you work longer or harder. You're being overworked! I hope that the long weekends stop... then all will fall into place. Take care!
11:49 AM
Anonymous said…
You might want to give your self more credit than is being dished out to you. You are doing what you can. It is a job and if your client isn't satisfied, they will just have to wait, as you obviously aren't really done yet.

Good luck.
10:05 PM
Leziblogger said…
Highly inappropriate of me to offer any advise without knowing the complete context but it might help to take a break(If possible)!

Champions know their game and they also know their own self very well. I am sure you have(or will get) the answer from within!
12:21 PM
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