The saleswomen have arrived and taken my supervisor with them into another room to try and put their voo-doo spell on her and get her to buy crates and crates of whatever it is they are peddling. They came bearing a tin of assorted candies for the crew, which may do little or nothing for their cause. But I snitched a teeny tiny Reese’s peanut butter stick from the tin. Mmmmm.
I am sleepy today. There was no chance to unwind last night, I just kept going and going until it was “propped up in bed crossword puzzle time” at 10:00pm. I need some time every day to stare into space and think. If I don’t get that time often enough, I start to get crazy. I forget things, get dopey, and goof up the simplest of tasks. I get more and more quiet and grumpy. I feel stressed and want to be alone. That’s not a very nice thing when I haven’t seen my husband all day. But if I don’t get my contemplation time after a few days, then even he gets pushed off the list in favor of some sort of attempt at getting some mental health together. It’s NOT a good cycle to get into.
I just want to curl up on the couch today and alternate reading with taking naps. The “monthly occurrence” knows no work schedule timetable. It’s only interested in it’s own agenda. It will not be postponed or ignored or put on the back burner. It is demanding center stage in an already frenetic production. Just one more juggling act in the drama of my life at the moment. The Cirque du Soleil is surrounding me, and all I want to do is take painkillers and have a nap. In exactly that order.
(Ah, our Rachel, we meet again on this windswept path!)
3:55PM
Well, that was just about enough of that.
I am ready to go home now. I just typed the directions for a certain procedure to put into a manual from a small sheet of instructions with minuscule print. I feel like I have double vision. I am ready to go home now and rest my eyes and hug Robbie, my low tech friend.
I am ready to pass a law that writing under a certain font size should be banned forever.
4:15pm
Bad day at Black Rock. Personality conflicts erupted in the work area just outside the supervisor’s office. Remote from me a bit, but the repercussions eddy around and it’s unnaturally quiet out there right now. Unfortunately one of the people having the conflict is usually the “good humor man” of the place and the fact that he is out of commission for the day, shows how grim this place would be without him. I hope things are better tomorrow. I have grown dependent on this person to be cheerful and keep things light. But I guess even the good humor man can have an off day.
I don’t know anyone here well enough yet to be the court jester when needed. It takes time to get to know people before you can start joking around.
I’m going home……
Wonder what’s for dinner???