Minor sporadic stresses

I am prety swamped with tasks these days, working with another boss this week, consecutively stressed to be on my guard at all times because no matter how sporting they are (they really are sporting), the fact that their designation in the company is superior to yours, it naturally shapes your normal behaviour to being that of a subordinate, even if only slightly. Yeah we joke around, and have that mutual respect that we have among friends, but to a certain extent, they are still my boss. To a certain extent, I am expected to always be at my best at all times and they would be less willing to cut me more slack than I usually do myself. Well, I don’t slack, I’m a senior. I know better. But its having to be on my guard always and stressing about not slacking that's tiring. It's tiring even for only an hour, imagine 5 days; cause ultimately, more is expected of you as a senior. Yes I don’t slack, because my job is not exactly that hard. I mean I'd have to be terribly incompetent to slack at something as easy as what I'm doing right now. But I can and should be better than just better at it. Its expected of me. I expect that of me too. Maybe I impose these stresses on myself.

Thus my usually stress free life has been filled with some minor stresses to outdo myself constantly in trying to convince the bosses that really, them being here is unnecessary. But well, they still have to be here and I still can’t escape these trips. They have fireld work quota to fulfill and I have a regular assisted assesment to go through with them. Actually, they’re pretty fun, especially if they don't take up to 5 days to be here. 3 to 4 days are usually just nice. 5 days however gets a bit mundane and taxing, with having a superior tag you along to work and all. I’m not exactly overly stressed. Its just that nowadays I prefer not to be tied down to a rigid schedule because I could do with some personal time to run some wedding errands. That of course, has to wait now, until at least this weekend. I cannot wait till Friday gets here; because Friday is usually the end of their field trip (if not earlier) and all we usually ever do is have a good lunch with clients/or have my welfare lunch if that hasn’t been done, sit for assessment review (that’s usually fast and fun) and then chat and chat till its time for him to go back. Hardly any hard work are done. I usually get to go back early too because they usually have to be at the airport by 4pm which means by 4.20pm, I’ll be home.

I’ve another day to go till Friday. This thought alone makes me endure this constant rigidity. I really need to get back to tending to my wedding preparation needs. I have 31 more days to go before I'm due to be somebody else's wife.