I had a really bad day at work yesterday - apart from the English losing the cricket of course. But yesterday was the first day since my last 'fainting spell' that I had annoyed customers on phone calls. I'm not sure whether my coping mechanisms are up to snuff yet.
Had three bad calls in a row, asked the acting boss for some time out of phone calls, which she gave. Then a couple hours later she came over and asked me to go back on the phones, because they were busy or something - of course, me being Mr 'Never Say No' in the workplace, jumped back in. And then about six minutes to go until home time and I get another bad call. I put the guy on hold and hit my head against the monitor a couple times.
Just feeling totally drained as I caught the train home, and hardly spoke at all last night to anyone. And have to put the mental armour all back on again today. And I hate appearing to be slacking off at work, wondering whether my illness is all in my head, because no one else can get in there and have a look.
Eh, back to it I guess.
Paul
Had three bad calls in a row, asked the acting boss for some time out of phone calls, which she gave. Then a couple hours later she came over and asked me to go back on the phones, because they were busy or something - of course, me being Mr 'Never Say No' in the workplace, jumped back in. And then about six minutes to go until home time and I get another bad call. I put the guy on hold and hit my head against the monitor a couple times.
Just feeling totally drained as I caught the train home, and hardly spoke at all last night to anyone. And have to put the mental armour all back on again today. And I hate appearing to be slacking off at work, wondering whether my illness is all in my head, because no one else can get in there and have a look.
Eh, back to it I guess.
Paul
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