When I got into work this morning I was feeling really grim. I was upset and moody and depressed. Perfect week for this kind of cheer.
I usually work from 7am – 4pm. This week I was suckered into working 9am – 6pm. Any other week I would have worked around it and not complained much, but the way in which it came about made me mad. We only require one staff member to work the 9 – 6 shift. Last week two team members worked the shift (unnecessarily) so that they would be able to say they’ve ‘had their turn’ when it came to the week before Christmas and would wash their hands of the shift. They’re both guys by the way. I have so much preparation to do for Christmas and family are making demands on my time as well (I’m sure other women can relate). How on earth am I supposed to get done if I only get home from work at almost 7pm?! I still have to collect gifts from family members, do My Evil Mother’s hair for her and go and buy stuff for the trifle I have to make! *panics*
Finally I spoke to Jubba (he’s been in a festive mood for around a week now, it’s lovely) and he said it’s not necessary for me to work this shift this work, so I’ll be reverting back to 7 – 4 tomorrow. I’m overjoyed!(It’s only 3 days anyway)
I’m feeling a bit down and frustrated today. I get frazzled like this when I’m stressed out, but things usually work out for the best.
I think I might feel a bit down since Rudi and I were supposed to start trying to get pregnant already and we just haven’t gotten around to it. There is probably still time, but there’s such a small window you have to squeeze through to get pregnant and I don’t want to accidentally ‘miss it’. That being said…I said I wouldn’t rush things and have no idea when I ovulate anyway. We thought we’d just try every second day and see what happens. Just got to get started!
At least I can drink to relieve my tension!