Nothing a Little Midol Can't Fix

There are often stressful days or weeks at work and last week stress and PMS collided and caused me to break-out, nearly break-down in front of my boss and want to cry after work everyday. 

Usually the only change I notice in my behavior when I'm PMSing at work is my food intake. There is always candy, cookies and other goodies sitting by my co-worker's desks. Last week, there was a birthday which called for a huge display from The Popcorn Factory (I ate about half of it). It also didn't help that there was a new addition to the vending machine, Butterfingers, and it was BBQ week in the cafeteria. Hello, cornbread slathered with butter. 

For the entire week, I was overly stressed about deadlines. I was convinced that our September deadlines came out of nowhere and so did two projects that I just found out were my responsibility. My e-mails to clients were hurried and frantic, e-mails to my coworkers were even more so. 

I even had to be a tattle-tale and go to my boss about one of my coworkers when she handed me a multi-advertiser project that needed to be approved in two days. Let's just say, that's impossible. Seriously, impossible. The project was now mine, in my hands, my responsibility. I was not about to take the blame for a project that was not originally mine and was handed to me late. So I told. My other coworkers said it was the right thing to do. I wanted to cry, I felt awful as I sat in my boss's office as he grilled my coworker about the disorganization of a the project. 

Later in the week, WG2, some friends and I saw The Little Mermaid on Broadway. Before the first act was over, I was on the verge of tears. It was The Little Mermaid! What was going on with me? Stress and PMS, that's what was going on. The next morning, before work, I just let myself have a good cry in the shower. Sometimes that's all you need, a good cry.

The PMS has passed but the stress is still there. I survived the week on Butterfingers, BBQ and by taking free tampons from the women's bathroom. Thank God, it's a long weekend.