Work Update

So, there's been a change in my work situation.

They had me back in full time. I was not happy, and more to the point I was not coping. I not only was extremely exhausted (getting, 4, 5, and 5 hours of sleep for the nights previous to each day of work) but I felt really bad. I felt like I had a kid sitting on my chest all day (how they managed to do that while I was up and walking around), like I had weights in my shoes, and I had dizzy spells every hour or so.

Odele asked me how I felt. I told her I felt like I wanted to die. There were no awake kids in the room, otherwise I wouldn't have said it. Odele was horrified.

I am now working part time (9:30-4) in the babies room, same rate per hour, and even though I work for 2 1/2 hours less, I only get paid 1 1/2 hours less per day because before I had an unpaid lunch of 1 hour, and now I have a paid lunch of half an hour.

I have a job I may be applying for for next year, but I'm seeing how I like the babies room first.

More On Work

My last day of part time work is today. They asked me to work full days Wed, Thurs and Fri of this week. Me, being a sucker, said yes.

Then, when I talked to management about officially switching to part time, they said that that would be fine, as long as I took a pay cut. Along with the fact that I would be working less hours. The end result is I would be earning half what I currently do working full time. For obvious reasons I can't do that.

So I'm back to full time work.

And I'm already looking for a new job.

I Should Be Sleeping

But I'm awake. I'm on a minor adrenaline rush which means I have about 20 minutes before I can even think about going to sleep. Which meant of course that I needed to eat stewed apples with custard. Sugar high along with adrenaline. My favourite!

I'm pretty stressed at the moment. It's taken me a while to work it out, because I don't get stressed the way normal people do. Instead, I declutter.

I gave Kallie a bookshelf about two days ago. My other shelves (I still have 10) are looking a little more spartan. I'd be getting rid of another one except the two smaller ones are a set so I can't get rid of one without the other. Besides, I don't know who to give them to. And I'd look a right loser carrying a bookshelf down to the op shop. Which doesn't mean I won't do it, it just means I'll think about it for 30 seconds before deciding that I have way too much stuff and I need to get rid of the stuff before the stuff is everywhere because the stuff is everywhere and I can't work with this much stuff or think with the much stuff and the stuff is all over the house so where can I work with all of my stuff and...

You get the point. When I declutter, stuff LEAVES.

On the other hand, if anyone is on the market for another bookshelf, I have some that may be soon available.

I figure I'm going to be decluttering for another day or two, and then I'll stop until next time. I'm hoping to finish going through my CDs. You've no idea how many annoying kids CDs I had. I don't have them any more. Work does. Yay for decluttering!

I have stuff set aside for lots of different people, mostly books. The Rebel has already inherited several million books. Kallie got the bookshelf, as I said earlier. I did offer one for Rebs, but she apparently wants one that dismantles, and I'm not giving up my 3 IKEA shelves. They MATCH. I NEED them. Because they MATCH.

Does anyone else think I'm crazy, or am I the only one?

Just Finished!

This is a knitted plastic bag I've been working on. I finished it this morning. My fingers are just about blistered. Knitting with plastic is tricky.



Now I get to continue sewing my knitted cream and black lion! Pictures when I'm finished!

See, I do Listen to Music Other than the Beatles

Boydie

Boydie (my youngest brother Robert) is continuing his school trip in China. He will be needing a little plastic surgery on his return but hopefully not the 5 to 10 day stay they were predicting.

From his email:

"Today at the doctors the news was good the wound is healing up like a scab now there might be a small scar but nothing much. I've got the bandage off finaly so I look normal apart from a massive bandaid on the left side."

Please be keeping him in prayer. He's a 14 year old boy - there is no end of ways he can damage himself further!