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Archive for August, 2009

I’m not dead

Hi, I’m still here. Just brain dead. Apparently waking up five nights a week between 2am and 6am because of work stress is bad for mental health and cognitive function. Who’da thought it? I’m reasonably good at maths but three people doing four jobs plus other functions in which we have no expertise because other areas are understaffed = a bit of stress. I was by myself in the office Friday afternoon weeping because I have no control of the situation and there is no end in sight until at least next year. I need another job quickly but these things only tend to happen during economic downturns and there’s not a lot out there in the part of the world where I live. I have never worked a day in hospitality and I probably shouldn’t be allowed to deal directly with the public, but if things get worse I might get my responsible service of food, gambling, alcohol and coffee and work in a pub for a while. It’s only Tuesday and I’m in sleep-deprived forgetfulness and can’t remember meetings I’ve been to or a presentation I apparently spoke at — someone said I did a good job and I don’t even recall being there.

Crank-o-meter: so very tired

Brain space

Work is so stressful that I start one thing, think of 45 others, forget the first and wonder why I was walking around with my fingers crossed to remember something, because I don’t have 92 fingers to cross to remember the 45+1 things.

I sat my boss down and explained the issues and impact in a balanced and serious way (apart from when I said I’ve fucking well had it, but we usually talk bluntly) like they tell you in management texts. He listened (good), nodded (more good), and told me to keep smiling (really fucking amateur hour-ish).

I cut my finger when I dropped an open can and wondered how much work I’d miss with tetanus if I rubbed the wound on a rusty piece of metal, ground it into the dirt and got a room full of strangers with poor personal hygiene to lick it. Apparently not long enough so I didn’t bother.

I bake when I’m stressed. Here, have a raspberry jam doughnut muffin. It’s jam, it’s doughnut, it’s muffin, it’s good.

Crank-o-meter: hungry