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Aug. 27th, 2010 09:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7Oh man. Yesterday and the day before were sort of intense. This last week or two has been intense at work. Ill co-worker has been ill a while and struggling to manage, and I have nothing but sympathy. There was some issue with her meds poisoning her-- build-up in the kidneys sort of thing-- and it's just been acutely awful recently. So the day before yesterday she was flipping out and I was upset not really because she was shouting at me, but mostly because what she was shouting about was something that hadn't really happened, and things like this have been sort of smoothed over in the past and it's been allowed to steadily degrade. I was really dreading how much further we'd all go like this, but apparently yesterday she checked herself into a hospital and hopefully they'll admit her and treat her. She couldn't really live like that, and the rest of us couldn't keep trying to live around her.
So that was what my half-coherent flip-outs have been here and on Twitter. (I'm trying to keep it off FB since people there actually know her; my social circles here and on Twitter don't really intersect with hers.)
So that's been stressful. it's also stressful because I'm learning another co-worker's job, that only he knows, so he can go on vacation next week. His job isn't hard, it's just extremely extremely important to keep track of every single detail at once whilst doing it. I am very prone to distraction and it is a very distraction-filled environment; I am worried, especially now that other co-worker is, er, absent, that I'm going to keep being pulled out onto the retail floor and forget, endlessly, what I'm doing in back. The thing with the work in back (eBay stuff) is that there is no break, no letup; it's constant, and I have become accustomed, working retail, to there being regular breaks during which you collect yourself, pour yourself a cup of coffee, check your text messages, etc. So I'm really not looking forward to how damn hard the job is. But it's different, and gets me out from under the people on the floor, and mostly why I wanted to learn it is that to do it, you get to sit down for a little while. Sometimes working retail is just overwhelmingly on-your-feet all the time, and I'm having trouble with my hip flexors that sitting fixes.
And if I hurt myself at derby, it's good to know there's a task I can perform not on my feet.
But this weekend I have Friday, Saturday, and Sunday off, and I'm going to my folks' place and visiting with my sister, who's bringing her baby boys up. She lives too far away, in Georgia; I'll be the first sibling, I think, to meet Caleb, who was born in October. That's too long ago!
I haven't finished his birth sampler. I finally cut out the fabric for it, but I haven't finished designing it, so I haven't even put needle to thread yet, let alone needle to fabric. At least I have the fabric. It's progress, guys. It's progress.
I gotta go do two more loads of laundry (hoping the first one or two will be dry by 4pm, when I have to leave), empty the dishwasher, wash the dishes still in the sink, do at least some crunches or situps or something, shower, strip the beds and change the sheets, and pack. Pack pack pack.
And yesterday for lunch I ate Mighty Taco and for the first time it upset my stomach rather badly. I'm not feeling terribly well. Fortunately I felt well enough to have a wonderful sushi dinner for my birthday, but this morning I really don't want to move much. I could really use a nap too. It might happen, if I get that laundry sorted.
Z gave me, by the way, a necklace I saw at Pennsic, pointed at, told him I wanted, and then he didn't buy. I was sad, and resolved to buy myself something else shiny, but didn't. I'd planned to make him go shopping with other-Dave, who is good at finding nice things, but there wasn't time. So yesterday he whipped out a tiny white box and it was the necklace I'd wanted, and I couldn't figure out when on earth he'd gotten it. Our last day, more or less; I'd lain down, exhausted, for a nap, and he'd run like heck all the way up the hill before the merchants closed. How cute! I'm pleased and wore it and nothing else to bed, claiming it was my "birthday suit". It looks wonderful on me and is the perfect length. Huzzah! I have a shiny. (It's substantial beads of amber and garnet with a silver Celtic knotwork charm, so it goes with much of my other jewelry and a hefty chunk of my wardrobe.)
So that was what my half-coherent flip-outs have been here and on Twitter. (I'm trying to keep it off FB since people there actually know her; my social circles here and on Twitter don't really intersect with hers.)
So that's been stressful. it's also stressful because I'm learning another co-worker's job, that only he knows, so he can go on vacation next week. His job isn't hard, it's just extremely extremely important to keep track of every single detail at once whilst doing it. I am very prone to distraction and it is a very distraction-filled environment; I am worried, especially now that other co-worker is, er, absent, that I'm going to keep being pulled out onto the retail floor and forget, endlessly, what I'm doing in back. The thing with the work in back (eBay stuff) is that there is no break, no letup; it's constant, and I have become accustomed, working retail, to there being regular breaks during which you collect yourself, pour yourself a cup of coffee, check your text messages, etc. So I'm really not looking forward to how damn hard the job is. But it's different, and gets me out from under the people on the floor, and mostly why I wanted to learn it is that to do it, you get to sit down for a little while. Sometimes working retail is just overwhelmingly on-your-feet all the time, and I'm having trouble with my hip flexors that sitting fixes.
And if I hurt myself at derby, it's good to know there's a task I can perform not on my feet.
But this weekend I have Friday, Saturday, and Sunday off, and I'm going to my folks' place and visiting with my sister, who's bringing her baby boys up. She lives too far away, in Georgia; I'll be the first sibling, I think, to meet Caleb, who was born in October. That's too long ago!
I haven't finished his birth sampler. I finally cut out the fabric for it, but I haven't finished designing it, so I haven't even put needle to thread yet, let alone needle to fabric. At least I have the fabric. It's progress, guys. It's progress.
I gotta go do two more loads of laundry (hoping the first one or two will be dry by 4pm, when I have to leave), empty the dishwasher, wash the dishes still in the sink, do at least some crunches or situps or something, shower, strip the beds and change the sheets, and pack. Pack pack pack.
And yesterday for lunch I ate Mighty Taco and for the first time it upset my stomach rather badly. I'm not feeling terribly well. Fortunately I felt well enough to have a wonderful sushi dinner for my birthday, but this morning I really don't want to move much. I could really use a nap too. It might happen, if I get that laundry sorted.
Z gave me, by the way, a necklace I saw at Pennsic, pointed at, told him I wanted, and then he didn't buy. I was sad, and resolved to buy myself something else shiny, but didn't. I'd planned to make him go shopping with other-Dave, who is good at finding nice things, but there wasn't time. So yesterday he whipped out a tiny white box and it was the necklace I'd wanted, and I couldn't figure out when on earth he'd gotten it. Our last day, more or less; I'd lain down, exhausted, for a nap, and he'd run like heck all the way up the hill before the merchants closed. How cute! I'm pleased and wore it and nothing else to bed, claiming it was my "birthday suit". It looks wonderful on me and is the perfect length. Huzzah! I have a shiny. (It's substantial beads of amber and garnet with a silver Celtic knotwork charm, so it goes with much of my other jewelry and a hefty chunk of my wardrobe.)
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Date: 2010-08-28 06:46 pm (UTC)I am so psyched that he did that.
And so sad to hear you'll be here the one weekend I'll be in Georgia! This is terrible. Not that you have time, really, but it would've been cool to try to meet for lunch or something.
I'll just have to come up there to visit you sometime, It's been too long.
Don't lose your mind at work. We would miss you.