I have to remember a mantra here, for work.
"I don't care about things I have no control over."
"I don't care about things I have no control over."
Since I have no control over anything, I could probably shorten that-- "I don't care." It's very hard for me; I'm not the sort who just doesn't care. But, I don't. I don't care.
I'm not going to worry, I'm not going to freak out. They told me two weeks ago to forget about something that I'd been working on and couldn't finish without the input of people who couldn't give it. Now they're telling me I need to finish that project in two weeks, and I still don't have the input I need to do it, and they're upset that I stopped working on it when they told me to stop.
And I don't care.
I don't.
Really, I don't care.
This doesn't bother me.
(If you repeat it a lot, it helps.)
They've already said they'll fire me if I don't quit, so I don't care. It's not like I can convince them to give me a parting bonus if I work real hard. No. They don't care. So I don't care.
Breathes deeply.
See? This doesn't bother me at all. I don't mind it. It's all right. I'm going to sit here and write extremely helpful, informative documentation for my successor. Deep breaths. It doesn't matter.
Breathe in.... breathe out. I am a professional, and it is this company that is unprofessional. I don't care what my supervisor says, and the boss doesn't scare me. Nope...
Breathe in... breathe out. I am an intelligent, talented young woman. It's not my fault I couldn't figure out how to succeed here. This is an exceptional environment, and the failure has taught me a great deal. It has given me the confidence I need to start my own business with poise and reason, and the ability to deal with contingencies.
Breathe...
This doesn't bother me.
this. Doesn't. BOTHER ME.