Imagining the worst

I suspect I'm not the only one with an over-active imagination when it comes to imagining the worst-case scenario. This weekend it happened again.

I got a call late Saturday afternoon from a collegue, alerting me to the fact that while I was away a request had been made that infringed on "my" territory. Not much detail, but that's all it took for my mind to go into top bad-reaction gear.

I spent much of the weekend plotting out a plan to deal with it, even thought of resigning that part of my territory (if he can do it better, let him!), imagining the worst of the people who had done the stepping.

This morning I was on edge, stroppy with my poor son (who forgot the sunblock and is badly burnt after a day in the pool), anxious to get here and moan at a few people. I wasn't looking forward to the day (including the catering I'm doing later this afternoon).

Got here, did one moan, met with another person, and of course it wasn't quite as bad as it seemed. The problem may, in fact, disappear completely due to lack of finances! Unfortunately in the meantime I may have gotten a person or two's days off to not a good start by telling them what was going on. One staff member came past and asked what was up - everyone was so on edge (not only with this problem, but many more) that you could cut the air with a knife!

It may have something to do with the final push toward exams and year-end here, everyone running around like chickens without heads, or it could just be the Monday blues.

I'm just glad that my imagination's fears weren't realized. (And if, by some chance, they later are - well, I've thought it through so thoroughly that I have a plan!:) )