Thigns can only get better, right?
So yesterday was officially a shit-tastic start to the week. It was one of those days that took everything I had just to get out of bed. My brain was fuzzy, my allergies were playing up, my head was all over the place. I was the epitome of a fragilewobblyteary llama.
Haven told me to tell my manager so the first thing I did when I got to work was to pull Judy aside and tell her I was feeling... and as Judy herself put it 'vulnerable'. She's really good though and reminded me I'd done the hard bit, which was getting to work in the first place.
And I burst into tears.
She asked me if I wanted to see if there was any Annual Leave but I said no. We agreed to putting me on AQs/off the phones if it was quiet. So the first hour and a half I got to do letters and direct debits. I think my boys knew something was up; Tim, Steve and Dean just talked to me for ages about Supernatural, Chuck and Doctor Who.
It took me like 5 minutes to pluck up the courage to ring a customer and talk them through doing a flow test.
Things got busy mid-morning, as they tend to do on a Monday so I had to go back on the phones. And thats when everything went to hell in a handbasket. Because, really, the last thing you want when you're in that fragile a state of mind is an abusive customer. Literally he was calling me a bitch, a slut, the 'c' word and at the point where he told me to, and i quote 'suck his fucking knob' I hung up on himterminated the call, burst into tears and.. unm... ran out of the room.
Judy followed me. I told her what happened, she told me to take as long hiding in the loo as I needed.
And I went back on letters for the rest of the day.
I'm going back to the doctors tomorrow. My head's not been right since Portland. I don't know if my meds need changing or the dose needs upping. I'm also exhausted all the time, my brain constantly fuzzy cos of it. So I'm drinking energy drinks to wake up. And I'm putting more and more weight on.
*sigh*
Mum and I both wonder if my anemia's saying hello and that I need to go back on iron tablets. It was about this time last year it all kicked off - with the exhaustion, the fuzziness, general apathy and yeah, my eyelids are pale. Mum also seems to be trying to buy the supermarket out of green leafy vegetables. But if she tries to make me eat liver... *gags*
*takes a deep breath*
Trying to think happy thoughts.
I have a late shift today so I have the whole morning to 'pull myself together' enough to go to work.
I have a day off tomorrow.
I get paid on Saturday. If there's tickets left, I'm going to get me a ticket for Asylum. I don't care how much I... dislike Rogue's organisation, I think a weekend with charlies_dragon and the girls an ALDIS HODGE will do me the world of good.
Haven told me to tell my manager so the first thing I did when I got to work was to pull Judy aside and tell her I was feeling... and as Judy herself put it 'vulnerable'. She's really good though and reminded me I'd done the hard bit, which was getting to work in the first place.
And I burst into tears.
She asked me if I wanted to see if there was any Annual Leave but I said no. We agreed to putting me on AQs/off the phones if it was quiet. So the first hour and a half I got to do letters and direct debits. I think my boys knew something was up; Tim, Steve and Dean just talked to me for ages about Supernatural, Chuck and Doctor Who.
It took me like 5 minutes to pluck up the courage to ring a customer and talk them through doing a flow test.
Things got busy mid-morning, as they tend to do on a Monday so I had to go back on the phones. And thats when everything went to hell in a handbasket. Because, really, the last thing you want when you're in that fragile a state of mind is an abusive customer. Literally he was calling me a bitch, a slut, the 'c' word and at the point where he told me to, and i quote 'suck his fucking knob' I hung up on himterminated the call, burst into tears and.. unm... ran out of the room.
Judy followed me. I told her what happened, she told me to take as long hiding in the loo as I needed.
And I went back on letters for the rest of the day.
I'm going back to the doctors tomorrow. My head's not been right since Portland. I don't know if my meds need changing or the dose needs upping. I'm also exhausted all the time, my brain constantly fuzzy cos of it. So I'm drinking energy drinks to wake up. And I'm putting more and more weight on.
*sigh*
Mum and I both wonder if my anemia's saying hello and that I need to go back on iron tablets. It was about this time last year it all kicked off - with the exhaustion, the fuzziness, general apathy and yeah, my eyelids are pale. Mum also seems to be trying to buy the supermarket out of green leafy vegetables. But if she tries to make me eat liver... *gags*
*takes a deep breath*
Trying to think happy thoughts.
I have a late shift today so I have the whole morning to 'pull myself together' enough to go to work.
I have a day off tomorrow.
I get paid on Saturday. If there's tickets left, I'm going to get me a ticket for Asylum. I don't care how much I... dislike Rogue's organisation, I think a weekend with charlies_dragon and the girls an ALDIS HODGE will do me the world of good.