I think she more equated it to that she thought it was just silence I needed, so I probably didn't communicate it well enough that it's not just silence, but some relaxation for a few minutes.She didn't understand that driving still takes energy and a focused mind and is sometimes stressful as well?
I entirely understand what you're saying. Fortunately for me, my days are more understandable to my spouse than yours are, so I don't have to have the same separation that you do. It would be hard for me to have a job that my spouse wouldn't understand the finer points of. That shit has to be hard.I don't know about you guys but it isn't about needing silence or relaxation or anything like that for me. It's about just not wanting to discuss my bad day with someone who won't understand anything I'm talking about and will ask me question after question, inevitably making me more angry than when I started.
I can vent about a bad day at work to my bros because 90% of them are in the software field as well and know what I'm talking about.
When women have a bad day at work it's because so-and-so sent them a catty e-mail or their boss was a jerk and hurt their feelings about something they had done wrong. Anyone can listen to and understand that.
When I have a bad day it's because the IT department doesn't know how to maintain servers or firewalls and just reboots machines to "fix issues" day in and day out. Or because my server is hanging because they disabled all the virus scanning exclusions I had them put in for our file servers and .txt, .csv, .dat, .xml file extensions. My servers deal with a lot of file I/O so scanning every single file brings the damn application to a halt and I've had countless discussions about why they can't do that but they still do.
And that's the difference. Someone being a dick doesn't phase me. Shit I could actually talk to her about and have her understand doesn't phase me.
I can't walk to work, but the other two fit me as well. I remember being stressed by work and shitty traffic when I didn't really like my job, now that I work somewhere I really like, I'm rarely stressed at all, even when rush hour traffic is terrible. Leaving my previous job for my current one is probably the best decision I've ever made in my life, as far as improving the overall quality of my life(and there was basically no change in income).So many sources of stress you guys have that are absent from my life.
1.) My job isn't that stressful. And I like the work.
2.) I can walk to and from the office. My commute is never longer than 20 min.
3.) The weather is always good.
No wonder everyone always says I'm in such a positive mood all the time.
How I vent to my bros: "The fuckin' IT security team is all up in my shit again about the web services we put in the DMZ"I don't vent to my bros either. Bros who vent about work are annoying(unless we literally work at the same place and vent during working hours). Just leave me alone.
Well yeah... I'm not gonna eat dry wings.Nice try. I know there's some crying and backrubs involved.
I wouldn't call it stress but my job is a cluster every Thursday/Friday due to getting cars done so the customer can pick up. It usually involves busting my ass all day because the estimator decides to promise a car to someone at noon when the parts won't be in till 1130, so once I get home I just need time to clear my head.So many sources of stress you guys have that are absent from my life.
1.) My job isn't that stressful. And I like the work.
2.) I can walk to and from the office. My commute is never longer than 20 min.
3.) The weather is always good.
No wonder everyone always says I'm in such a positive mood all the time.
Heh sounds so familiar. We should manufacture some womanesque work drama stories like - "Don put a comment in the web.config file that I know was directed at me because I forget to change the SQL conn strings from dev to prod sometimes and he's just trying to make me look bad!"I enjoy my work too, but my wife gets mad when I won't tell her about my day. I always say something like "It was alright, I wrote code?" I can't really explain to her that I spent hours debugging code because someone used a pointer that wasn't actually utilized in the final return value of the function therefore fields in the BIOS F2 setup menu were not getting properly filled in. I mean I barely understand pointers myself, how am I going to explain that to someone else?
She loves to vent about work, I just space out on it though. It was cool the first week or so to learn about how the post office works, but now it's like a one hour ordeal where she explains how Steve did this and her manager Sean gave her this look that made her think she fucked something up two weeks ago and this customer didn't shovel out their mailbox then again later this other guy didn't either. That stuff is just noise to me, but I let her do it because it must help her relieve stress. Usually she does it now when we take the dog for a walk every night so I just space out focusing on nature.