My new boss posed me a question yesterday.
I am the next in line below him seniority wise.
I had the option to tell a lie and avoid drama, or be honest and get into a 1 hour discussion/belittling on why my thinking was flawed.
If I didn't say anything I would have felt like a coward. So as tactically as I could I told him what I really thought.
I am glad I did because living as a coward is dieing 1000 deaths and all, but I don't like the stress.
I am 54 years old and I am not going to make any big moves with this company anyway. The job is too easy and pays too good to quit.
It is hard to walk away from a fight sometimes.
I think I need to recalibrate my coward meter and decide discretion is the better part of valor...or something.
When I crave I think of the next day after effects:
high blood pressure, sleep issues, strength loss, immune system comprimise (sick).
BpSSS. My mantra.
Studied "alcohol kindling" and "alcohol PAWS."
Last intoxication: 8 May 15.