Item – First week back at work after a week-and-a-half off? Was naturally the week everyone and everything chose to Kick Off. Meetings were scheduled, in which we were told, variously, that half a dozen people were resigning and wouldn’t be back after Christmas; that several people were going on maternity leave in the New Year; that we weren’t getting replacement staff for x, y and z positions; that the senior staff had come up with a genius new idea to change service provision for certain groups, which would mean us the front-line staff would basically spend all January being shouted at, harangued, wept at, emotionally blackmailed and argued with – and not one of us thinks this, uh, change is clever, and what’s more, the person whose grand idea it is has resigned, so won’t be there to see the fantastic mess resulting; that we’d all be doing more hours front-line despite the fact none of us have any down-time between front-line and back-room tasks now and we’re barely staying on top of back-room as is; and that if we have any objections to any of the above, we can always write a report for consideration by The Management. Oh, the fuck.
Item – I woke up at six this morning with a tummy-ache, that refused to go away, and morphed into The Dire Rear, so I spent several hours sitting on the loo making Regrettable Noises and worrying that I was going to be sick, too, any minute now. And then I fell asleep on the spare bed. And now I feel better. So what was that? It in no way seemed severe or unpleasant enough for Norovirus (of which I was afeard, as a friend I saw on Monday had it that evening (and he was dreadful-poorly, poor sod, though luckily only for the one night)), and then someone was disgustingly ill in the toilets at work while I was in the next cubicle on Thursday *shudder*). Anyway. I just ate some chicken. Let us see what the Turbulence Within makes of that.
Item – Meanwhile, all the fertile shenanigans have started a whole week earlier than they usually do, so either I will ovulate in the next 24 hours, or Satsuma has chosen this stressful moment to fuck with my head.
Item – Stress entirely increased by the fact I’ve missed work today (I don’t think my boss would’ve appreciated me turning up only to lock myself in the lavvy and groan through the keyhole), and Monday, when I expect to be swamped and busy, is Team Festive Lunch day, and last Team Festive Lunch day I was pregnant, and, ohh, you know how that worked out. I am anxious and tearful and have been for days and fully intend to carry on being so until bloody buggering January. Whereapon the full-on rogering that is the work craptastica will be operational, and I will be angry and rageful instead.
Item – Also, my first full week of Total Gluten Avoidance has resulted in the gain of one pound. Gain. Admittedly, the low-carb part went to hell as H and I experimented with wheat-free pasta, varying brands of, and I haven’t quite located places to get lunch near work that do Everything-Free Woo Food sans rice and potatoes. But still. Way to start, May. Enjoy the Dire Rear.