...setback.
It seems like every job that I have ever taken as an adult I end up throwing myself into it a little too completely and the result is me working to the point of exhaustion, even sacrificing days off in order to make sure things get done. Sometimes I feel like it is almost a sick point of honour or something...
'Hi, allow me to give you my entire life in exchange for just enough money to be able to pay a few bills...'
Yesterday I went in almost three hours before the store opened in order to get the rest of the clothes that came in the evening before -(just before we were about to close, of course...)- inventoried, priced, hung, and integrated onto the sales floor. Then I stuck around to make a 'few' signature giftbags, because we were out of them and I knew that the two ladies who were actually going to be working would need them. So what was supposed to be a quick sneak in and get things done before my colleagues were to arrive -(much less the customers...)- ended up turning into half a day of real work.
Yesterday was supposed to be my day off.
I think that there is something wrong with my brain.
In an honest effort to make up for the first half of the day, when I came home I encouraged my favourite Punk to decide how he would best like us to spend the rest of it. He wanted to go see another movie, something we have not been able to do in a long while because chemo made me too sick to be able to sit in a public place for two hours comfortably. Last week we went to see a movie, and it seemed to be okay. I did not get sick. I felt a little liberated. Almost normal.
Today, however, was just not so good.
I do not know if it was a combination of not having slept well and the popcorn smell -(i am still hypersensitive to scent, especially that of cooking food in close quarters...)- along with the movie gore and the jittery camerawork -(he chose 'district 9')-...
or what. All that I do know is that I had to try to make a mad dash for the ladies mid-film and make use of the giant garbage can by the theater doors because I could not make it all of the way in time...
it hit me really hard. I feel like it was a setback.
The rest of the evening was spent trying to keep down soup.
This might not seem a big deal to most people, but to me it was pretty devastating.
I have not made as much physical progress as I had hoped, and I am really disappointed.
It has been a challenge to keep from sinking into a depression...
'Hi, allow me to give you my entire life in exchange for just enough money to be able to pay a few bills...'
Yesterday I went in almost three hours before the store opened in order to get the rest of the clothes that came in the evening before -(just before we were about to close, of course...)- inventoried, priced, hung, and integrated onto the sales floor. Then I stuck around to make a 'few' signature giftbags, because we were out of them and I knew that the two ladies who were actually going to be working would need them. So what was supposed to be a quick sneak in and get things done before my colleagues were to arrive -(much less the customers...)- ended up turning into half a day of real work.
Yesterday was supposed to be my day off.
I think that there is something wrong with my brain.
In an honest effort to make up for the first half of the day, when I came home I encouraged my favourite Punk to decide how he would best like us to spend the rest of it. He wanted to go see another movie, something we have not been able to do in a long while because chemo made me too sick to be able to sit in a public place for two hours comfortably. Last week we went to see a movie, and it seemed to be okay. I did not get sick. I felt a little liberated. Almost normal.
Today, however, was just not so good.
I do not know if it was a combination of not having slept well and the popcorn smell -(i am still hypersensitive to scent, especially that of cooking food in close quarters...)- along with the movie gore and the jittery camerawork -(he chose 'district 9')-...
or what. All that I do know is that I had to try to make a mad dash for the ladies mid-film and make use of the giant garbage can by the theater doors because I could not make it all of the way in time...
it hit me really hard. I feel like it was a setback.
The rest of the evening was spent trying to keep down soup.
This might not seem a big deal to most people, but to me it was pretty devastating.
I have not made as much physical progress as I had hoped, and I am really disappointed.
It has been a challenge to keep from sinking into a depression...