Panic at the disco

Usually I have no trouble leaving work-related thoughts behind when I leave the office. But now we are entering that special special time of year where work becomes all-consuming mayhem. This is the same thing that last year culminated at The Vomitorium. This year it will be in a different city, in a slightly different Vomitorium where instead of having taxidermied cows and a fake Alamo in the lobby, they have a fake colonial-style house where you can buy $90 dolls in ye olden times outfits.

Last year, it was a lot of work with three people to do it all. This year, it's more work with only two of us to do it. Already I'm having the work-related nightmares, already I can't get to sleep due to being unable to stop thinking about the six million details that need to be attended to.

This is not acceptable behavior. I still have six weeks to get through. I'll take any tips on how to leave work at work, and generally avoid panic. I've found the old making-lists-and-crossing -stuff-off method to be marginally helpful. Then there's the half hour needed to remember all the things that are supposed to be on the list . . .