My posts have been infrequent, mainly because I try not to write too much about my job on my site — and lately my days have been consumed by it. After all, the last thing that I need is to get Dooced after only 3 weeks on the job.

I have my good days and my not-so-good days. I often feel like I’m flailing around in the dark and I have wished more than once that I could obtain the ability to read minds. It would be quite helpful if I could simply do a mind-meld and download all of the necessary information to do my job effectively. Unfortunately, that’s only possible in the Matrix. I guess the only other option is patience and endurance. I hope that my knowledge and comfort level increases. Soon.

After this weekend, I am hoping to have some actual content. To do, think, and participate in something other than work. What a glorious thought.

Thank God tomorrow is Friday. You have no idea how thankful I am.

Despite my most diligent efforts, my recovery isn’t what I had hoped. My coughing has reached a point of being uncontrollable at times, enough to wake Hubby in the wee hours of the night. Last night was so bad that he actually found it more pleasant to sleep on the floor in the den than to share a bed with his virulent wifey. I don’t blame him. I wouldn’t be surprised if our neighbors lost some sleep last night with all the hacking I was doing.

Granted, I got a lot of sleep this weekend. The only unfortunate part about that is the fact that all of my slumbering hours were spent dreaming about work. Not necessarily nightmares, just hours upon hours of work. Sometimes, even in sleep there is no rest. What happened to my weekend?

Unfortunately, Mondays come all too soon and another week is upon me. Ready or not.

And I am so not. Prayers needed!

In a conversation with the Hubs yesterday:

Me: So, the doc was a little concerned about my blood pressure. It was 138/100.

Hubs: Yeah, the 100 is a little high… but could be because you’re sick.

Me: Yeah, that’s what she said. So she wants me to check it out after I get over this cold. I told her that I suspect that my blood pressure is elevated because of my stress level this week, too.

Hubs: Could be.

Me: After all, I was rushing to get out early enough to make my appointment, but ended up leaving 15 minutes late. Then it started raining, so traffic was backed up. I ended up running into the office 7 minutes late and as if going to the doctor isn’t bad enough, the waiting room smelled like poo.

Hubs: Poo? You should look before you sit.

Me: I did. I wasn’t sitting on it. I couldn’t tell where it was coming from but it felt like it was upon me.

Hubs: Upon you…

Me: Yes, upon me.

Hubs: You are so OCD.

The poo factor alone was probably enough to raise my blood pressure. What can I say? Call a spade a spade.

Sickie

Originally uploaded by Champuru.

I completed my first full week on the job yesterday. Instead of closing with a thundering crescendo to welcome the hard-earned weekend, it petered out with a late afternoon visit to the doctor and me subsequently collapsing into bed at 8:30 pm.

The stress of the transition and the long hours sent my resistance into a nosedive and I found myself suffering from my first cold since my tonsillectomy of January 2005. And boy, it’s a doozy. It couldn’t have come at a worse time, when I need to be running at 200% and calling in sick is not even an option. Continue Reading »