If you want to know why I haven't been posting much lately... it's work. Here's an example from my weekly status report:
August 1 to August 7, I worked Tuesday, half of Wednesday, off Thursday, half of Friday, and all of Monday. In those basically 3 whole business days I opened and closed 94 help desk calls.
My co-worker can barely do one thing, and is completely incapable of multi-tasking OR remembering something you told him how to do the day before. My new boss is convinced she's overwhelmed, so I'm doing half of her job for her, and getting yelled at for it.
Meanwhile, I have a sinus and ear infection that won't clear up (wonder why?).
I'm stymied, creatively. I have this character in my head who desperately needs to be written, who deserves life, and I can't get her on the page because I'm too busy and too exhausted.
Meanwhile, Mom's been diagnosed with small vessel disease in her brain (and heart, too, probably) and fears she'll come down with dementia in the next 5 years. She'll be 61 Friday. So she's pushing for us to live together, and while that may work for her, it really would not work for me. But I feel guilt, because I really will be the one who'll have to take care of her since I don't have my own family, and my being sick just pushes her to push me more.
So... I'm snarly a lot. If you can't deal with that, don't try to talk to me, I cannot gaurentee I will always be my usual polite self.
**How can you care?** 'Because I choose to.' **You make it sound so simple.** 'That's because it is simple. Hard sometimes, but simple.'
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