I feel like crap today. I’m having a bad hair day and I feel nauseous. Unfortunately I don’t think the nausea has anything to do with pregnancy, but rather with the tension and frustration caused by coming back to work. Not least of all, Jubba. He hasn’t shouted at me today yet, but sometimes he
Oh my goodness. I’ve received reports from work that Jubba is on the war path (again). Apparently I’m in for it when I get back. Now I’m DREADING going back to work. I am already emotional (PMS?) and frustrated with my own things in my head…now I have to be shouted at and be told
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
Here’s a tip. Don’t ever open a doctors bill in the morning. I received the pathologist bills that I have been waiting for and hastily opened them this morning so that I could pay them as soon as possible. Imagine those cartoon characters that have their eyes popping out of their socket. Oh. My. Fuck.
My second day at work definitely went better than the first day. For one thing I forgot to bring a new box of tissues, but I managed not to cry. All this despite the fact that someone came to me and spoke to me about the whole thing directly. His wife found out she was
I’m officially back at work today. Rudi and I hardly slept a wink last night, so I’m exhausted (Note to self: Take prescribed sleeping tablet tonight). I’ve been crying at least half the time I’ve been here. Everyone has been so sweet. I told my manager I would be OK if everyone just stopped asking
Today is graduation day. Over a year ago I was nominated to take part in a programme at work. We basically did a course offered by Wits University on Telecommunications. About two months ago we wrote the final exam and today we receive our certificates in a special ceremony. I’m not sure if we will
Jubba made me incredibly mad yesterday. I don’t remember being called incompetent so many times in one day…ever. At the end of the day I guess I shouldn’t take it personally since he thinks everyone but himself is a blithering idiot. I wasn’t the only one that suffered under his wrath…but I don’t feel like
I was called in by Jubba again this week (around Tuesday). His line manager (Concussed One) as once AGAIN complained to him about me being on the Internet. Apprently my previous boss (Tweedledoos) was involved in the conversation and he said he had the same problem with me when I was working in his department.
I am dying for home time today. I feel so drained and tired at the moment. I went to bed really early last night, but woke up in the middle of the night feeling queasy – tossing and turning. The clothes I’m wearing are uncomfortable and I want to take them off. I still have