grit my teeth

It seems P.G. Wodehouse wrote his best comedy novels while spending his time at the German concentration camps. My scenario at the moment, though not comparable with German concentration camps, is somewhat grumpy on both work and home fronts. Taking inspiration from PGW, I'd like to occasionally take some time out to have a good laugh at myself.
What I have ahead of me for next few months will probably make the deepest impression on my cerebral dump, which is getting old btw. I just need to be doubly careful that my brain doesn't ooze out. Sometimes we have to , how do you put it, ... grit our teeth, bend our heads and go through shit to enjoy what comes after it.
There this telugu guy, my cubicle neighbour, whose ringtone goes ... "Jayammu nischayambura .. Bhayammu ledura .." (which roughly translates to .. Victory is certain, have no fear), which is sort of giving me the right vibes whenever his phone rings...
I stand at the edge of a precipice .. to take the leap ..
here we go ..
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