Sunday, May 19, 2013
I wish I blogged with humor like Teeny Bikini, ChicChantal or Stonecot. I wish I blogged with the appreciation for movement like _Linda, Ramona or Nonie-C. I wish I blogged with the zest for self-improvement like OnToVictory or SkinnyInMyHead.
I appreciate these gifted and sincere bloggers. But I also read something deeper than their normal spin. Beyond the humor, the zest or the drive, their words are suffused with positive attitudes in the face of adversity.
Me? I have a positive façade. At work, I hear people being negative about Mondays, uber positive about Friday etc and I always say “_______ is one of the seven fabulous days of the week.” I DO mean that, but, inside is another story.
Friday evening, I saw my check engine light came on. This was after both of my trusted service centers had closed until Monday. My reaction was to be nearly paralyzed with fear. I could not sleep. What if I got stranded going to work today? Do I dare go grocery shopping on my lunch break? How will I get to the Laundromat? What if I can’t afford the repair? On and on.
Over the last couple of weeks, I worked out a budget so I can eventually get out of debt. The day after I paid off one bill, I discovered additional charges BF had not told me about. He watched some pay-per-view movies and had $8 of texts (I have not added texts to our cellphone plan and see no reason to change that). Both surprises were small dollars, but it was the principle. I learned about one through an email confirmation of the order and the other by downloading my bill. Those small charges, coupled with the anticipated increase in utilities (heat means room conditioner runs and a leak means high water charge) mean there’s less to spend on negotiable overhead (groceries and gas) and other things continue to be deferred (hair cut, clothes). He does not / can’t / won’t work so keeping things going is all on my shoulders.
Until things improve, I am tabling my pursuit of Paleo eating. I have lots of staples in the house that I can eat until the pressure on my paychecks lightens. I have brown, red and black rice, about a year’s worth of beans, lentils and cereal. Sigh. I have loved the increase in energy, the absence of digestive issues, absence of mental fog, etc. I will continue to do the best I can, but I must, at least temporarily, surrender to my more practical side.
My knee is feeling better, but I am still very tentative with it. A couple of weeks ago, because it was so bad and because my balance is not great to begin with, I fell 3 times. The cumulative effect of that was a concussion. That makes me even more tentative. As I age, each fall is increasingly dramatic and too much drama. Losing weight will help with balance. I know this, but I am not acting on that knowledge.
I was very close to suicidal a couple of week ago. I got some support and stabilized my thinking. I don’t even have the energy to be depressed. However, not to fear. I promised I would not act on those thoughts, at least not any time soon. Cilantro is a very old cat. Her 17th birthday is Wednesday. Juneau is not quite seven. I promised Juneau I would not leave her. If I did leave, Cilantro would be put down, BF would be homeless and who knows what would happen to Juneau. My cats are so sweet and innocent. I cannot bear the thought of their lives being terminated or turned upside down because of me. When I met Juneau, the shelter rep put her on my shoulder and she purred in my ear and into my heart.
I DO care about my BF, but I know in some ways I would be better off without him. Unfortunately, the way he’s going, that may happen. Among other things, he has heart problems and diabetes, smokes (outside for me) and does nothing to take care of himself.
I am marking time, unable to move forward. I feel as if I am treading water and there is no end in sight. On the other hand, I cannot give up. The increased weight, the impact that would have on my life, is not the answer.
I’m not sure what to say about work. At job #1, the latest wrench is that my coworker gave less than 3 days notice and left. Her new situation is great for her, but it left the department in a lurch. She handled patents, trademarks and copyright releases. We hired a temp who is handling just the patents. I am on the team that’s handling the balance until her permanent replacement can be found. It won’t be the temp – she does not have the background and the agency is too expensive. I’m in over my head, but I treasure the education.
I spent about a week compiling stats and creating an Excel chart of those stats for my boss. I was gratified to learn that he was impressed. I had to relearn how to do the charts (had not done them in over 7 years), but before I could create those, I had to gather and quantify the data. This was a manual process because our new system does not have a robust reporting feature for our legal matters. I had to learn a new formula (took me a few days to find it) and then pull that into the charts in the specific format the VP wants. Tomorrow, I will present and explain the charts and stats to the rest of the legal team. I anticipate that there will be changes based on their feedback.
In last week’s legal meeting, my boss mentioned he was working on something that required reading statutes and interviewing our technical staff before enlisting outside counsel. After the meeting, I asked him privately if I could assist. Statutes and interviews can be paralegal work. He said it was a good idea but he was not ready for me to handle it solo and that we would work it together. I am so stoked! The chances to work one on one with him, to learn from him are rare!
I lose sleep over the volume of work, but I am never bored. I am usually mentally challenged and I LOVE that!
Every Saturday, when I go to job #2, I brace myself for layoff. The job is not interesting or fun, but it is easy and the money is greatly appreciated. I do enjoy the people and the customers. Saturdays are very long and I think that dreading the day is the worst part. The afternoons are long and Sunday, my one day off, is usually consumed with errands and chores.
I could ramble on. I am a deeply flawed human being. Right now, living is impossible and existing is all I can manage. Here it is the end of the first week since the Spark Solution came out. I ordered the book when it was first advertised and was anticipating the arrival, deferring some choices until it came. The book came and I have yet to read it. I have yet to do anything that the team wants. I am sure it will be a valuable asset once I dig into it. www.sparkpeople.com/sparksolution.
Thanks for listening…
Friday, May 10, 2013
Thank you, SP family, for your supportive comments on my short blog yesterday. I felt your hugs, love and concern and you really do help!
Having dampened the gloom and doom spirit for now, I can also say thank you to those of you who prayed and sent good wishes for my youngest sister. She's a teacher in Colorado, last hired in her school and the first laid off. Her job ends on her birthday, June 3. She IMed me a few minutes ago to share the news that she has received an informal job offer at another school, a smidge farther from home than her current one, for about the same amount of money (a little less). She won't have to move, she won't have to go to court to resolve a custody issue and her 3 children can stay in their school next year.
On top of my blue depression, I came home after work last night afraid that my boss was going to chew me out today and it turns out that I had done the right thing! Someone else came unglued via email and how I handled the situation was right. Validation is rare and so appreciated!
I have not been eating in response to this latest bout of depression and my knee is starting to feel better. I walked for a very few minutes today. The knee felt great, my balance seemed right and the breeze was cool. It was lovely!
I know I need to be vigilant about this depression and not slip into the depths. Thank you, my SP family! You have no idea what good you did!
Thursday, May 09, 2013
I've been silent. Too much going on. Too much stress. Too many burdens. Too much work.
Not enough fun. Not enough money. Not enough time. Not enough self-love.
I don't even have the energy to write a blog about it.
Saturday, April 27, 2013
What a Day
Karma is a *&*&)&)*
Falling off the Paleo Wagon
Grateful for the Kindness of Strangers
This week, I fell two times at work. Kind of like giving myself a mild case of whiplash. One side on one fall, the other on the second. I have this balance problem and, when I lose or gain weight, the change throws off my center of balance. I've lost over 9# in 3 weeks doing imperfect Paleo.
Today was my part time job at the dealership. It was not the best day. I had two customers who were irate. One was exceedingly rude, condescending and just mean. I ended up transferring him to the sales manager on duty and the manager backed me up, telling the guy there was no reason to be so abusive. The other was a lady who's been a customer for years and is quite used to getting her way by being demanding, loud and overbearing. When she called, her sales rep had just started a test drive with another customer, so I took her info. When he had a break, he asked me to give the message to another sales person, which I did. Later, she called back and I transferred the call to #2. She then came in and was screeching at everyone. Apparently #2 did not call her back and, when they finally connected, he told her something different than what she was told yesterday. It was a long and loud conversation, very uncomfortable to listen to.
I was still rattled by the rude guy when I took my lunch break. I walked to Subway and had their yummy double chicken salad. I walked to K Mart and bought some almonds and a favorite coffee. On the way out, there was a line of cars pulling into the parking lot. A driver about four cars back started honking and I hollered "take a chill pill!". Don't know what made me do that - I don't normally voice my opinions. Karma got me next.
A few steps later, I hit an uneven and rough patch of asphalt and fell. Both hands, arms and knees. I could not get my weak leg under me. A couple of young people approached me and I took the young man's hand and was able to finally stand up. Whew. I was in pain the rest of the day!
I took some anti-inflammatory, but was still tightening up. The afternoon was VERY slow, which is unusual the last weekend of the month, so I left early. I am still very sore, but very glad to be home!
When I got home, I was unusually hungry. I ate something on plan but was still really hungry. This is where I fell off the Paleo wagon. TWO pieces of combo pizza! A taste of peanut butter! I am still hungry! I have waited more than 20 minutes and the food gong is still sounding....
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