My professional job is an absolute doddle physically and emotionally, compared to the stress of the crap paid ones I had when I was a single Mum.
My stresses these days are is that software working and if not, why not? How do I fix it? I've got three reports to produce for Friday afternoon, if you stopped emailing me to say you want something else done that isn't important, much less urgent if it's even actually my job to do it in the first place, I'd actually have a chance of completing them. Oh, and I'm sure I ordered that on next day delivery. Why is it scheduled for Tuesday instead? Oh, well, I'll change the delivery address to work.
My stresses back then were
Can I afford food? I can't. How can I get food? Who is the best company to knock the bill? I can't miss rent or council tax, but I can't afford them and travel to work. I can't get my prescription. I'm in trouble at work because they said my shoes aren't smart enough, but I can't afford a new pair. Shit, I've laddered my tights and I'm not allowed to wear trousers or have bare legs, so I'm going to be in trouble for that as well. No, I can't 'just buy a suit' because you've decided everybody should have a suit jacket on the back of their chair. Shit, washing powder's gone up again. They're going to fire me, I know it. If I don't pay the council tax, the whole lot will fall due and then they'll send bailiffs in, but if I don't pay the rent, they'll start eviction proceedings. And I can't afford either and eat. Fuck. Will they notice if I take one toilet roll? SHIT I've come on. Fuck fuck fuck. It really hurts. Yes, I would take a painkiller. But I don't have any money to buy some. No, not even 50p. If I go to the GP, I'd need to take time off. And I'm not allowed to. Wouldn't be able to afford the prescription charge anyhow, so it's pretty pointless going. Another staff collection? I don't have a fiver. No, I genuinely don't have a fiver. I'm not trying to be a dick, I just don't have a fiver. No, I understand that we all work as a team here and that teamwork is an important part of appraisal. But I don't have a fiver. Looks like snow. Shit. Oh well, suppose it'll block some of the draught in the bedroom. God, I am so cold.
There's nothing like knowing there will always be money in the bank and having a warm, secure home, good bed, clothes, shoes and food to essentially eliminate 98% of all known stress.