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Jul. 1st, 2015 09:19 pmIf stress caused ulcers I would have so many of them right now, let me tell you. (No, stress doesn't cause ulcers. From what I vaguely remember stress causes shitty eating habits which exacerbate ulcers. Bacteria causes ulcers. I think.) Work Shenanigans still have not resolved, I remain ready to throw up at a moment's notice and resisting both comfort buying of comfort foods and comfort eating of what things I have available. I still hate everything.
(I will sum up Work Shenanigans when it has an end date in the interests of only doing it once, but let's just say it amounts to a threat to financial security.)
(.... OH HEY THAT'S A PHONE CALL ALL RIGHT I will start summing up.)
So, starting about a week ago the boy was told not to come in to work, he's on suspension pending an investigation. Then bits of information start dribbling in, whodunnit (someone in a more individual position of responsibility who he's already fought with) and what the specific accusation is, and what the range of seriousness of consequences are, assuming they find him guilty. The last time this happened, since it has happened once before, they dismissed for lack of evidence and because if I remember this right someone came up and went "Uh, dude fell, and [boyfriend] almost broke his back trying to catch him." If I'm not conflating incidents. This time, though, it lasted for days. And days. And his entire shift is making dire pronouncements about how this is fucking railroading, even the co-workers on his shift who he doesn't get along with say it's railroading, his boss is fucking livid and ready to raise hell on his behalf, and he's pulling his stuff together to see if he can go get hired at the VA or a different place.
Well, they finally told him he can go back to work tonight. Sweet Mother and blood. So we continue to be a two paycheck household, I have no idea if he's still on the same floor or shift or if they're moving him or if all of this was some behind the scenes stuff that has more to do with whodunnit than him and we just got our nerves racked and spitted for nothing. And he's going to continue to look for a job elsewhere because everything about this place says it's going straight to hell. He was talking earlier today about a guy who tried to stick it out and get his retirement pay because he had another year to go till his retirement and his pension and about two years of life expectancy, thanks cancer, and they fucking forced him out early so they wouldn't have to pay his pension to his widow. Yeah. The boy said he should have seen the writing on the wall then, but. I don't know. Anyway. That is the Work Shenanigans that have been going on. And now I will have less imaginary ulcers and real stress fevers and exhaustion, and more comfort food, which is in this case sushi. And capoeira.
Seriously, it's amazing how much better I feel NOT being ridiculously stressed. And it's also kind of funny how the boy texts me with updates, I text back "ok mac and cheese for dinner?" and I get home and am all "Yeah, I need comfort food." and he's all "I figured that when you said mac and cheese for dinner." It's like he knows me well or something. (For the new crowd, we've been together for... thirteen? fourteen? years.)
Okay. So, and in the line of a small victory to go with my big victory, I learned how to bend conditional formatting to my will in Google spreadsheets today. It's a small thing, but as tied up in knots as I've been I'll take it. Capoeira was good (can you tell I'm writing this over the day as I have room to breathe?) and sushi was tasty, and now I'm eyeballing things online and in my budget to see what types of cloth pads I want to get and sizes and things. Because that's coming up way too fast. Meh. On the plus side, still on the drugs that make the periods very light. And short. I can live with light and short.
I'm so tired right now it's amazing I remembered to do my languages, and I don't know if there will be a full day's Nano after all, but we'll see. At least one source of stress will hopefully be off the shoulders for the duration by, oh, I should know by tomorrow morning? Maybe by bed tonight. We'll see. This whole past fucking week, I swear. That's not even touching on what I heard from Mom when I called her to sob on her metaphorical shoulder. Nothing that touches the overall family but she's been having a shitty week, too.
Wednesday Reads: I'm... I may actually abandon this Kevin J Anderson book. I'm going to give it till maybe 20% in (since I'm reading on Kindle lol what am page numbers) but so far I've done three and a half chapters and I have no real attachment to anyone. Artemis Fowl was entertaining, though. And probably a good thing to have during a week of stress.
This week's word count is yet to be determined as I haven't finished writing for the day yet. Superhero training is coming along, I think I may have the one kick who I'm not even trying to spell here down enough to practice on my own! Woo! But oh god I need more upper leg strength. And core strength. I need it yesterday, ideally, but I'll keep working on that.
Weekly Word Count is 10,237 oh god so sleepy.
(I will sum up Work Shenanigans when it has an end date in the interests of only doing it once, but let's just say it amounts to a threat to financial security.)
(.... OH HEY THAT'S A PHONE CALL ALL RIGHT I will start summing up.)
So, starting about a week ago the boy was told not to come in to work, he's on suspension pending an investigation. Then bits of information start dribbling in, whodunnit (someone in a more individual position of responsibility who he's already fought with) and what the specific accusation is, and what the range of seriousness of consequences are, assuming they find him guilty. The last time this happened, since it has happened once before, they dismissed for lack of evidence and because if I remember this right someone came up and went "Uh, dude fell, and [boyfriend] almost broke his back trying to catch him." If I'm not conflating incidents. This time, though, it lasted for days. And days. And his entire shift is making dire pronouncements about how this is fucking railroading, even the co-workers on his shift who he doesn't get along with say it's railroading, his boss is fucking livid and ready to raise hell on his behalf, and he's pulling his stuff together to see if he can go get hired at the VA or a different place.
Well, they finally told him he can go back to work tonight. Sweet Mother and blood. So we continue to be a two paycheck household, I have no idea if he's still on the same floor or shift or if they're moving him or if all of this was some behind the scenes stuff that has more to do with whodunnit than him and we just got our nerves racked and spitted for nothing. And he's going to continue to look for a job elsewhere because everything about this place says it's going straight to hell. He was talking earlier today about a guy who tried to stick it out and get his retirement pay because he had another year to go till his retirement and his pension and about two years of life expectancy, thanks cancer, and they fucking forced him out early so they wouldn't have to pay his pension to his widow. Yeah. The boy said he should have seen the writing on the wall then, but. I don't know. Anyway. That is the Work Shenanigans that have been going on. And now I will have less imaginary ulcers and real stress fevers and exhaustion, and more comfort food, which is in this case sushi. And capoeira.
Seriously, it's amazing how much better I feel NOT being ridiculously stressed. And it's also kind of funny how the boy texts me with updates, I text back "ok mac and cheese for dinner?" and I get home and am all "Yeah, I need comfort food." and he's all "I figured that when you said mac and cheese for dinner." It's like he knows me well or something. (For the new crowd, we've been together for... thirteen? fourteen? years.)
Okay. So, and in the line of a small victory to go with my big victory, I learned how to bend conditional formatting to my will in Google spreadsheets today. It's a small thing, but as tied up in knots as I've been I'll take it. Capoeira was good (can you tell I'm writing this over the day as I have room to breathe?) and sushi was tasty, and now I'm eyeballing things online and in my budget to see what types of cloth pads I want to get and sizes and things. Because that's coming up way too fast. Meh. On the plus side, still on the drugs that make the periods very light. And short. I can live with light and short.
I'm so tired right now it's amazing I remembered to do my languages, and I don't know if there will be a full day's Nano after all, but we'll see. At least one source of stress will hopefully be off the shoulders for the duration by, oh, I should know by tomorrow morning? Maybe by bed tonight. We'll see. This whole past fucking week, I swear. That's not even touching on what I heard from Mom when I called her to sob on her metaphorical shoulder. Nothing that touches the overall family but she's been having a shitty week, too.
Wednesday Reads: I'm... I may actually abandon this Kevin J Anderson book. I'm going to give it till maybe 20% in (since I'm reading on Kindle lol what am page numbers) but so far I've done three and a half chapters and I have no real attachment to anyone. Artemis Fowl was entertaining, though. And probably a good thing to have during a week of stress.
This week's word count is yet to be determined as I haven't finished writing for the day yet. Superhero training is coming along, I think I may have the one kick who I'm not even trying to spell here down enough to practice on my own! Woo! But oh god I need more upper leg strength. And core strength. I need it yesterday, ideally, but I'll keep working on that.
Weekly Word Count is 10,237 oh god so sleepy.