It’s just one thing after another at the moment, whether it be family war, the court case from hell, financial woes or health bollocks.
Today started at 5am.I got to work early and finished late and my lunchbreak was spent hunched over my laptop, slurping soup from a plastic spoon.
Today I spent two hours sat on a train from Dorset, worrying the whole way about The Mechanic’s state of mind and that it will take many, many months before he is able to see a counsellor on the NHS. Internet research reveals that private counsellors in his area are lacking.
Today I had a sick feeling in my stomach all day that we are going to be called to give evidence.
Today I got bitched at because a Director moved the goal posts on a procedure yet didn’t see it fit to update anyone.
Today I have had niggling cystitis all day and no amount of Cymalon and water wants to shift it.
Today I went slowly out of my mind trying to write a response to a government consultation. Of the nine other people required to do something ahead of my starting this damn document, only two managed to meet Friday’s deadline. It’s ok to squeeze my time and have me working in my evenings though, it appears. Well, no, it isn’t. And it’s too late for them to get their stuff over to me now. I’m not giving up my spare time for this when they have had months to deal with it. They seem to think that the deadline can be changed. Last time I checked, government consultation response deadlines were non-negotiable and, no, they won’t make a sodding exception.
Same as the media won’t let you dictate the news agenda.
Today I scored a heap of coverage and the Director couldn’t even find it in him to reply to my notification.
Today I realised that I need to find an extra £330 in rent not budgeted for thanks to a stupid oversight on my part.
And today I realised that, for me, life will continue to be about always being wrong. All the time, being wrong. I do wonder why it matters so much to other people that they are right all the time, but then I suppose it says more about other people than about me.
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Oh Soupy, you have my sympathies. Stupid advice next; take a deep breath and prioritise in your mind the tasks required of everyone into an order that suits you. Recognise that people have dumped all of their work on you because they’ve (sub)consciously recognised that you will get them out of the mire (but you’ll do so in a time frame that suit you, not them). However when all that fails, as it so often does when we all have days/times like this, I just remember a saying of my late Father when he observed us siblings rushing around trying to cram everything into what we call life and he used to just say calmly to me “Just keep going boy, just keep going”. Take it easy and look after #1 and #2. I’m glad you’re having a holiday; I’ve thought for many a month that what you and the Mechanic desperately need is a holiday away in the sun somewhere.
massive huge huge hugs…here if you need a lean? glass of wine? a cry? a massive cuddle? me and gloria talking shite at you? xxx
I don’t know what to say, but know that I’m thinking about you, Soupy. You’re in my thoughts for things to start to turn around for you. xx.
*hugs*