I've been so stressed today my knees have not stopped shaking.

Among other things:

• We've got 3 projects going fast-track this december, with 2 constructions set to finish before the month ends.
• The Building Administrator wants us to revise ducting work that we had installed based on plans they approved - and this will cost us money.
• Our Furniture Supplier suddenly went on leave till next year without confirming deliveries on 2 projects - and I need the furniture installed next week!!!
• One Client suddenly decided they wanted check prices for some items of work - and they want them tomorrow! As if! What do I do? Pull costs out of my ass?
  
• I've got a meeting with a potential client tomorrow and I haven't prepared our company profile.
  
• We need to recommend award of a contract tomorrow.
• One furniture supplier sent a cost for a layout we had already changed 2 months ago, and the persons in charge are on leave
• We badly need our building permits to be released and a f*&R#$@ official is missing, with noone to sign in his place!

At around lunchtime today I was furiously typing away at my computer. And when Jo popped up on messenger I couldn't help but have an online nervous breakdown.

I usually don't like ranting about work to Joel, but this time I just COULD. NOT. STOP.

Surprisingly, Jo listened without commenting on how I was killing myself with work.

The only thing he said:
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When Jo was still in Manila, he would pick me up from work and drop me home. He would drive while I (1) ranted about work and nitpicked about project details, or (2) dropped into a coma from exhaustion. He would occasionally complain about how he felt like a driver, but really, he was so patient.
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One time I was at work late at night, trying to finish my load while running a fever and occasionally throwing up from a terrible headache.

Jo was doing some overtime work at his office as well, and when he called to ask if I wanted to have dinner I think I started weeping on the phone about how tired I was....how noone could take over the work....how my head hurt...etc..etc.

I took a raincheck on the dinner as I just wanted to get everything done and over with, but after a while my headache was so bad I just lay under my desk and took a nap.

I woke up hearing Jo's voice. He went to my office with some soup and pasta from Il Ponticello, and stayed with me and watched me eat my dinner, before heading back to his office to finish his work.
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Now that he is in SF I don't get that anymore, but whenever Jo knows I'm on the verge of losing it he always says. Ochisuete.

Ochisuete.

Just remembering Jo saying it calms me.

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