Update
Well between the last two posts I suffered a serious illness (it appears to be stress related but no firm diagnosis yet). After a few days of suffering pains in my left arm and chest I wake up to find my left arm is now a shade of purple and not moving very well and the chest pains are worse.
I end up in A&E whisking into a side ward with a nurse wielding a razor to remove clumps of chest hair, strapping electrodes to me and looking deadly serious - and not cracking a smile to any of my jokes. 4 hours later I'm released to go home and get an appointment with Fort Know (my doctors's surgery) with the news that it was not my heart but could be anything from stress to ataxia (nasty).
My bosses have decided that I have indeed been taking on too much and my colleagues have been skivving - aparently doing the work of 7 people. I was given a low pressure project and allowed to work off the floor for 4 weeks to recover. Things are changing - slowly, or so I thought.
The chest pain has abated, the arm pain back to normal. So is the job.
A coronory unit exercise test proves my heart is fit and healthy, so now begins the process of diagnosis and then recovery.
However my shift partner, a lazy tub of lard, whose responsible to being told to pull her weight (or at least part of it) has buggered off sick with stress. It will be 3 1/2 weeks before she returns next week, unless she gets her tame GP to sign her off yet again. Then she gets 4 weeks restricted hours 10-2 (being use to neither man nor beast) and not pulling her Saturday shift (not that she did any work on Saturdays). Whoopy f**king doo thinks I. So I get to cover half her critical shifts and her weekend shift - and my recovery time has been sacrificed. The reason she ascribes to her strtess is her fathers's death last year, her impending divorce for shagging and living with someone other than her husband, her son's disapproval, but not that she is actually having to work.
Co-incidently this is her third period of absence, her first was during the appraisal period (I completed them for her team as well as mine), her second coincided with the final probation meetings (I completed them for her team as well as mine). This week the new staff came out of training to begin coaching into work life.
All the busiest periods of a team managers life.
I end up in A&E whisking into a side ward with a nurse wielding a razor to remove clumps of chest hair, strapping electrodes to me and looking deadly serious - and not cracking a smile to any of my jokes. 4 hours later I'm released to go home and get an appointment with Fort Know (my doctors's surgery) with the news that it was not my heart but could be anything from stress to ataxia (nasty).
My bosses have decided that I have indeed been taking on too much and my colleagues have been skivving - aparently doing the work of 7 people. I was given a low pressure project and allowed to work off the floor for 4 weeks to recover. Things are changing - slowly, or so I thought.
The chest pain has abated, the arm pain back to normal. So is the job.
A coronory unit exercise test proves my heart is fit and healthy, so now begins the process of diagnosis and then recovery.
However my shift partner, a lazy tub of lard, whose responsible to being told to pull her weight (or at least part of it) has buggered off sick with stress. It will be 3 1/2 weeks before she returns next week, unless she gets her tame GP to sign her off yet again. Then she gets 4 weeks restricted hours 10-2 (being use to neither man nor beast) and not pulling her Saturday shift (not that she did any work on Saturdays). Whoopy f**king doo thinks I. So I get to cover half her critical shifts and her weekend shift - and my recovery time has been sacrificed. The reason she ascribes to her strtess is her fathers's death last year, her impending divorce for shagging and living with someone other than her husband, her son's disapproval, but not that she is actually having to work.
Co-incidently this is her third period of absence, her first was during the appraisal period (I completed them for her team as well as mine), her second coincided with the final probation meetings (I completed them for her team as well as mine). This week the new staff came out of training to begin coaching into work life.
All the busiest periods of a team managers life.