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Okay, now that I got that off my chest…another quiet day here at work. 3 of 5 Senior Managers on holiday. Phones dead. no email.
So what am I doing with myself (besides writing in my blog)? Cleaning. Filing. Shredding. All the day to day office maintenance stuff that doesn’t get done when I have my full team here.
So I’d better get back to it…
Happy Birthday America! Everyone have some cake for me!!
Simon and I were once again planning a picnic. Simon and I are once again not having said picnic because all I can see out there is clouds. And a fierce wind blowing the trees.
Yesterday it rained so hard that water was gushing into one of our buildings so hard it looked like a waterfall. Now, the building has always leaked (yes, yes I do live in Belfast. No, we can’t seem to build water proof buildings, thanks for asking) but never where the waterfall was happening. YIKES!
We are starting a betting pool in my office…will the new building leak? I am betting yes.
Apparently it is awesome. She and Step Dad are having a great trip. They will be in Wuhan by Friday and then I should hear more.
I actually got to chat to her for about 1 minute, as I had popped online from work to check my personal email (which I do as a break from my work. Boss knows. Doesn’t care). I usually keep myself invisible on GMail when I am at work as I don’t have time to chat, but I saw that Step Dad was online so I sent him an IM. I figured I could be forgiven if I got caught at work, since they are in China! Mom actually popped on using Step Dad’s ID and I more or less got the following message: –
Aren’t you at work? Why are you chatting?!?!?
Mothers! I mean, I’m 39, and I just got scolded!! Gee, I don’t know, maybe I’m chatting because my Mom is in China and I haven’t heard from her in a week and there she was, online!
Sheesh!
So probably won’t post again until Sunday.
Still not sleeping well. Seeing my doctor today.
DFA starts his holiday today. TWO WEEKS!
DCRF starts his after today. THREE WEEKS!
Only one who will be around is the CEO. I plan on getting a lot of website updates and a lot of tidying done around the office.
And of course July 12th and 13th holiday is coming up. It is a weekend this year, so we have 14th and 15th off instead. FOUR DAY WEEKEND! And then the week after that my cousin is here visit and I have taken a weeks holiday for that.
So should be a fairly calm couple of weeks.
So last night I had to run to Boots and Marks after work. Boots was fine, except for the fact that their aisles are so narrow its hard to get past people. But that’s Boots’ fault, not the people.
Then I went to Marks. Picked out some nice veg. Some OJ. Went to check out. The line for the express lines was huge. The lines for the not express lines? Empty. So I went non-express. People are stupid.
Then I head to the escalator (at our Marks the food bit is in the basement). And there are three women standing right in front of the escalator. The following conversation ensues:
Me: Excuse me please.
Them: Ignore me.
Me: (louder) Excuse me please!
Them: Sorry?
Me: (even louder) Excuse me please.
Them: Are we in the way?
Me: (losing it a bit) YES YOU ARE BLOCKING THE ESCALATOR?!?!?!?!
Them: We are?
I swear to god. Three of them, dumber than a box of rocks.
Had the conversation with my boss today. He said he’d speak to the CEO and get back to me.
Going to Derry for the weekend. So probably last entry until Sunday!! Have a good one!
Yeah, up at 4.20 again. Someone kill me, k?
First day back at work was good. I’m swamped with work, of course. My todo list is 3 pages long. Single spaced. Hand written in my notebook. Checked off about 4 things yesterday.
Spoke to my boss about lightening my workload. After a long discussion about it, we agreed that there really was no way to do so. Appraisals are being done right now. My salary will be discussed, in depth, by the time this is over. Whether he wants to or not.
I don’t mind working extra hours. But not at my current salary level. And I don’t get overtime. So either he starts paying me over time, or he increases my salary to a level I feel is acceptable, or I do less work than I am doing now.
And that’s exactly what I will tell him.
Only lost .2 of a lb *but* lost 1 inch in my waist and 1 inch in my hips. So a decent week!
Thought I was going to lose at least a pound this week, but c’est la vie. Next week is another week!
In other news, back to work tomorrow. And that thing that made me so happy? The other day? That I said I couldn’t share yet? Is that the AICAMML gave his notice. This coming week is his last week. I literally danced around my living room. I spoke briefly to my boss and he is, of course, less than thrilled, since it makes his life really hard. Accounts Manager is suppose to be on Maternity Leave until September, so we need to find someone else ASAP. Especially with our yearly Audit coming up in about 3 weeks.
But I am so feckin’ happy about it. He is such an idiot, and so bad at the job, I will be relieved to see the back of him. And I don’t think I’ll be the only one to be happy about this.
She is currently going on the theory that lack of sleep is causing all of it. So I have: –
Stronger sleeping pills
migraine sachets (Taste AWFUL!!)
anti-nausea drugs
increased dose of trazadone
The plan is to take a migraine sachet every 12 hours for the next three days to see if that makes the constant ache in the back of my head, and the stronger pain in the front of my head, go away so that when I take the sleeping pills they will work and let me sleep more than 4 – 5 hours at a time which will, hopefully, reduce the nausea in conjunction with the anti-nausea meds. The overall plan is GET ROBYN TO SLEEP and then see how I feel. The increased trazadone is two fold: One, will also help me sleep and two help rid me of any anxiety I may be having over just not feeling well all.the.time.
I am also off work for the next two weeks, hoping that little to no stress will also help me sleep better.
I see her again in a fortnight, and then we’ll see where we are at.
The interesting part was when I called my boss to let him know what is going on, he laughed and said they had just been talking about me, to which I replied “uh oh” to which he replied “no, all good things, really!” So I guess I am not *totally* messing up my career with the Science Park.
Its kinda scary to not know what is wrong with me. To feel like total crap all.the.time. Especially since my biggest symptom is this never ending ache in my head.
How can I not be going “brain tumor, I have a brain tumor!”? Obviously, my doctor doesn’t think that’s the case, or she would send me for a neurological consult, but its still there, in my deepest thoughts. Hopefully getting some good sleep will clear everything up and I can go back to my life.
I’m also kinda wondering when I will catch a break. First I was on heavy meds for my anxiety. Then I get off those and get diagnosed with Type II Diabetes. Then I get *that* under control and this issue comes up. When do I get to be healthy.
Simon, is, as always, a rock. Not pestering me about *anything* including the 3 weeks of unfolded laundry that is currently dumped on the bed in the smaller spare room, aka the library. He just cheerfully digs through it to find matching socks and clean underpants. I guess I should be glad its clean!
So what am I going to do with myself for the next 2ish weeks? Rest. Watch West Wing on DVD. Try to find a dress for my Sister In Law’s wedding in September.
And maybe fold some laundry.
in the next few days. Board Papers go out Friday and I’m already exhausted.
and I am trying to decide if I should blog about it. Simon says I shouldn’t. I’ll see how I feel about it in a few days. I will say this; I lost some respect for my SMT today.
Also, I deleted an old post from here. I have been getting slammed with spam on this particular post, no idea why, so I deleted it hoping the spam would stop. So far so good.
Slept some better last night, with a sleeping pill. We’ll see if it continues.