No, not the Eddie Murphy Nick Nolte mid eighties movie, just the last time I posted (the title alludes to I mean). I am sure I had a great idea for a post, but for some reason I can't bring it out of the cobwebs at the back there - I am sure I will remember it, and it won't seem as exciting as I thought LOL.
I wasn't feeling the best yesterday, partly why I didn't post. It was after morning tea at work when it started hitting me - faint headed, feeling nauseous, a knot in my stomach, my legs losing their sense of feeling. Not as serious as I made it sound, it came and went in waves, not enough to keel over for, but felt ill and was distracting to my actual work, and lacking concentration (although that's not a surprise at work the last wee while).
I stayed until after lunch, just in case it was lack of food or something simple like that. Of course, with my lunch break at 2pm the next couple of weeks, it wasn't until 4.30, after I tried to get some fresh air outside for the afternoon break but it wasn't helping. I always feel bad about leaving work before the scheduled time even if I am feeling ill, but the whole combination of faint head with upset stomach was just distracting me too much.
Could tiredness cause nausea? Was watching the Ashes for the five days beforehand, and the fifth day I was hoping it would be over before I went to bed, but 2am and England still hadn't bowled them out, I had to get some sleep. The funny thing was the next day I didn't actually feel tired, but maybe it had an impact.
Today, even though it was a public holiday in Brisbane (Ekka Day), being a national call centre, all hands were on deck at work. Overtime rates and all of course, but the whole thing of having to turn up, hmm, when are positive things going to happen at the workplace again. And I mean the workplace rather than the periphery - we had a lack of calls, so they let half the staff go at about 2pm, so some OT money, some time off - woke up at quarter past six this morning to check the bus and train timetable, just in case I had to go in extra early. Always fun, early mornings.
Also fun, not, was the news that SGR is leaving. Our team only, and she will still be on the floor, but omg, out of all the people who sit around me, they had to take the person I get on best with. Less shared smiles, grr. She sent out an email today basically saying I've had a great time, and I could hear Wind Beneath My Wings, or Don't You Forget About Me in the background as I was reading them. I was thinking of it as wit, and me knowing too many cheesy eighties movie themes, and trying to avoid the whole serious thought that this change will make work even less fun.
And of course, me being me, am wondering whether SGR asked for this move because she was uncomfortable around me. Only half seriously thinking that, but god, I wish I could get past those whole self doubt thoughts for even a week a year, it would be so nice. I wouldn't know what to do with all the self confidence I am betting - especially when I tie myself into knots about the positive things in my life. Bleah, I am not going to self analyse tonight - well, any more than I already have.
Am trying to convince SGR to socialise on Friday night - she is on her P license, so when she drives the car to the train station, she can't even have one beer. Fingers crossed she will decide to have at least one night out as a team mate. Socialising on Friday would be good.
Could write so much about the world news stories over the last couple of days, but I won't bore you all, at least for now.
Pauly
I wasn't feeling the best yesterday, partly why I didn't post. It was after morning tea at work when it started hitting me - faint headed, feeling nauseous, a knot in my stomach, my legs losing their sense of feeling. Not as serious as I made it sound, it came and went in waves, not enough to keel over for, but felt ill and was distracting to my actual work, and lacking concentration (although that's not a surprise at work the last wee while).
I stayed until after lunch, just in case it was lack of food or something simple like that. Of course, with my lunch break at 2pm the next couple of weeks, it wasn't until 4.30, after I tried to get some fresh air outside for the afternoon break but it wasn't helping. I always feel bad about leaving work before the scheduled time even if I am feeling ill, but the whole combination of faint head with upset stomach was just distracting me too much.
Could tiredness cause nausea? Was watching the Ashes for the five days beforehand, and the fifth day I was hoping it would be over before I went to bed, but 2am and England still hadn't bowled them out, I had to get some sleep. The funny thing was the next day I didn't actually feel tired, but maybe it had an impact.
Today, even though it was a public holiday in Brisbane (Ekka Day), being a national call centre, all hands were on deck at work. Overtime rates and all of course, but the whole thing of having to turn up, hmm, when are positive things going to happen at the workplace again. And I mean the workplace rather than the periphery - we had a lack of calls, so they let half the staff go at about 2pm, so some OT money, some time off - woke up at quarter past six this morning to check the bus and train timetable, just in case I had to go in extra early. Always fun, early mornings.
Also fun, not, was the news that SGR is leaving. Our team only, and she will still be on the floor, but omg, out of all the people who sit around me, they had to take the person I get on best with. Less shared smiles, grr. She sent out an email today basically saying I've had a great time, and I could hear Wind Beneath My Wings, or Don't You Forget About Me in the background as I was reading them. I was thinking of it as wit, and me knowing too many cheesy eighties movie themes, and trying to avoid the whole serious thought that this change will make work even less fun.
And of course, me being me, am wondering whether SGR asked for this move because she was uncomfortable around me. Only half seriously thinking that, but god, I wish I could get past those whole self doubt thoughts for even a week a year, it would be so nice. I wouldn't know what to do with all the self confidence I am betting - especially when I tie myself into knots about the positive things in my life. Bleah, I am not going to self analyse tonight - well, any more than I already have.
Am trying to convince SGR to socialise on Friday night - she is on her P license, so when she drives the car to the train station, she can't even have one beer. Fingers crossed she will decide to have at least one night out as a team mate. Socialising on Friday would be good.
Could write so much about the world news stories over the last couple of days, but I won't bore you all, at least for now.
Pauly
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