Over the past few weeks, work has been pretty stressful. I’ve been keeping busy transitioning from my old role to my new one, helping to get the new hires on my old team up to speed, training for the new team I’m supporting, and have had 2 major projects with quick turnaround times thrown into the mix. Nearly every day, I’ve come home with something to vent to JD about, and he’s been super supportive and a solid listener.
The thing is, sometimes I feel like I shouldn’t be complaining to JD about work. I mean, really, what do I know about work stress? Ultimately, it’s all about perspective, but sitting in an office dealing with an irate account manager is very different than chasing down a felon.
Honestly, how can I sit here and whine about insignificant work problems when JD is out in the world dealing with real problems? But, being the great hubby he is, he’s never thrown that in my face. I’ve never felt like I can’t vent to him about work, because I know he’s not going to turn around and tell me “Well some guy pulled a knife on me today, so I don’t wanna hear it.”
But sometimes I wonder how he can even take my work stories seriously.
A typical Jenny work story is something like “So they totally changed this process on us and didn’t tell us. So we sent this issue to team A but they sent it back and had to send it to team B. I was so irritated.”
A typical JD work story is “Well I started out the day by chasing down a suspect. I had to tackle him and wrestle with him to get him cuffed. Later, I had to pepper spray this guy on bath salts. Luckily, I didn’t get any on me because that really burned last time.”
Definitely not the same.