Over the last week, my supervisor rushed home from work due to her grandmother suddenly dying. The girl who sits opposite me was off work from the day after, due to her grandmother dying also. The supervisor who manages the team next to mine went home ill, and apparently won't be back for quite a while, as it has just been announced that he has a brain tumour.
And a very Merry Christmas indeed.
I had my one year anniversary, and they gave the six of us remaining from our original training group a Special Morning Tea. I handed in my notice on the same day. I went home ill.
I stayed off the next day, also ill. Except I wasn't so much ill as completely freaked out. Overwhelmed, or something. I returned to discover that the bitchy man is no longer sitting near me, and I am pleased that my final days there will be relatively peaceful. I also discovered that my Best Work Friend has been moved away also, though, which has upset me a little.
My co-workers dressed up and flounced about at the Christmas party on Saturday, and I spent the night with my head over a toilet bowl, emptying out some disagreeable mud cake.
I just cannot wait for my time there to be over, but there is some sort of impending dread brewing at the same time, and I'm not sure why.
Dracula is the first book to make me feel physically ill and in need of a lie down. I can only take so many open blood transfusions, you know.
And a very Merry Christmas indeed.
I had my one year anniversary, and they gave the six of us remaining from our original training group a Special Morning Tea. I handed in my notice on the same day. I went home ill.
I stayed off the next day, also ill. Except I wasn't so much ill as completely freaked out. Overwhelmed, or something. I returned to discover that the bitchy man is no longer sitting near me, and I am pleased that my final days there will be relatively peaceful. I also discovered that my Best Work Friend has been moved away also, though, which has upset me a little.
My co-workers dressed up and flounced about at the Christmas party on Saturday, and I spent the night with my head over a toilet bowl, emptying out some disagreeable mud cake.
I just cannot wait for my time there to be over, but there is some sort of impending dread brewing at the same time, and I'm not sure why.
Dracula is the first book to make me feel physically ill and in need of a lie down. I can only take so many open blood transfusions, you know.
posted by GBE at 2:41 pm
10 Comments:
Its totally normal to be distressed about a change in working conditions. I can remember heading off to a cooperative education job completely afraid they were going to find out I was not nearly as good as they thought I was. But what they didn't tell me was how hopeless the last cooperative student was before me. . . and they hired that guy after he graduated!
The point is that I wasn't all that bad. I just needed some training. I'm sure your fear of not meeting their expectations makes up the largest share of your dread, but that will subside in time, as well as the pressure to make new friends with those in your office. I wish you good luck and happiness in your new endeavor.
Please excuse my spelling. . .
OH, I BELIEVE I WAS FIRST THIS TIME!!!
Yay for me.
Good luck in your final days at work!
Now I can say with authority I know how you feel, but it's so exciting to leave! Did you know you still get to keep your half price policies until your next renewal? I was so pleased about that :)
Hey, a few people I know have ill parents all of a sudden as well. Maybe it's the weather. Or the thought of Christmas shopping.
Don't worry about the dread. That's just normal paranoia - everyone in the universe has that.
Oh.
I really think girls get way more into books than boys. I never feel scared or anything. My girlfriend laughs out loud all the time when she reads. I've never laughed out loud and I certainly didn't feel ill about the transfusions... they really do do that all the way through the book. Well, you know, until they all become vampires and have a very polite but quite bloody tea party.
It's a full moon tonight babe, and it's a big one. It's been making me feel anxious all week. I bet for sure you'll feel better tomorrow. Also, you know - dread about the job.
Whoa!
I had my first physical reaction with a book last night... did you people jinx me?
A Spot of Bother, Mark Haddon.
Awesome lovely book, except for one bit. I had to put the book down and totally return way later when I was heaps stronger and less grossed out.
Funny, Dracula turns me on... go figure!
- M
Abe, you're right, and from what I've been told by my just about everyone, once you get a job with the government you're pretty much set for life - if I don't do well at this job, they'll probably just give me something simple to do rather than fire me. This is my plan. Good plan, yes? And well done you! I promised you a prize, didn't I? Would you like a broken mobile phone, or my noisy cockatiel?
Jen, the thing about that is that after working there for a year, I have only three months left on my policies! And then they will be full price again. Bah! I wish I'd managed to get a car before I left! BAH.
Mark, all sorts of shit seems to happen at this time of year. If it's not people dying or becoming ill, something will come up that will completely drain all of my money and I'll have a destitute Christmas. This is my first Christmas with John, though, so maybe he has better luck than me.
Adam, hey! I have finished Dracula now and I think that somebody must've replaced my final chapter, because it didn't end that way at all. RIPPED OFF. Books can make me laugh out loud, normally on public transport or when I'm surrounded by very serious people in one way or another. And as for your second comment, I am now going to have to buy that book. I read his Curious Incident book and thought it was completely brill. You know, Chuck Palahniuk's latest, Haunted, is apparently so gross it makes people pass out.
Audrey, I don't think I've ever been aware of the moon affecting me, but maybe that's what it is. I know I've been stressing way more than is actually necessary. I am feeling a million times better today, especially knowing that I don't have to go back there.
Marcheline, I wasn't turned by the character of Dracula himself, though he did seem to have a penchant for Hot Babes. And they were awesome, until they had their heads cut off and stuffed with garlic. Too much blood makes me queasy, though. There was just a whole chapter of people cutting themselves open and pouring their blood into other peoples veins. Gahhhhh I need to lie down.
AND the moon is no longer full. I feel much better too. And don't stress about your new job - seriously, the government is for real the bludge that people always say teaching is.
Audrey, semi-bludgey will be good, as long as it's not crazy boring like my last office wench job which sent me absolutely mental because I had no work to do, and had read the whole Internet. I am just hoping that they still keep me when I announce that I'm going overseas in Feb. Oh dear.
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