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SPY 2; Day 17 Tomorrow is Going to Be a Challenge

Monday, February 14, 2011

This is shaping up to be a roller coaster week. But before I detail that, emoticon to all of you who commented, sent SparkGoodies and offered support yesterday, the 6th anniversary of my Dad's death. It was not gut-wrenchingly painful as some of the anniversaries have been. I did go off-plan and ate what I wanted, not as gluttony nor as feeling comfort from the food.

When I ran errands yesterday, I went to Marshalls and got a 5 lb kettlebell. I did a couple of exercises last night and, while sore, it really felt good! I was amazed! I woke up still a bit sore, but excited. I have the thought that I have finally found something physical at which I can succeed! I looked online last night for some dvds and then decided to stop at a discount store on my way home tonight. They did not have any...

I walked over 11K steps today, over an hour. So far, I feel good.

Work is very hectic, worse than I anticipated. On top of that, tomorrow is going to be a challenge. I have lunch with the legal department vp and I had hopes that it would be an interview for the paralegal job. Then, today. I will be having my personnel review tomorrow. Those things have historically made me nervous, but I have not been nervous for this one until I saw it today. My overall evaluation is really low. I don't quite know how to react. Some of the criticism is just, but some is unfounded and is a suprise. There are not suppsed to be surprises on a review, but I was surprised. Do I buy into the attitude that circulates all the time at work - that they always downgrade someone in every department because of a) the idea that no one is perfect and b) this way they have more $ to give to someone who got a higher rating. I have not been graded this harshly before and, while I am often in the midrange, I am usually in the high end. This one is so low that I suspect the VP will tell me he cannot consider me for the paralegal job. The corporate rule is that you have to be rated above X to be considered for another position within the company. Since the VP is my boss' boss, he has to have signed off on and shaved the numbers on the score. I feel like a child coming home from school with a bad report card. This has really taken the wind out of my sails. I honestly dont know how to move forward...Part of me feels like venting and letting my boss know exactly how I feel, but that could very well be a career limiting move. I am back to full-on fear about keeping a paycheck!

I have not bored y'all, I hope, and have left out a lot of the "back story" and the office politics....Being given my review is really a moot point. It is already signed by my boss, his boss and filed with HR. The low score means that my bonus is going to be miniscule! And this was going to be the best bonus in all of the 10 years I've worked here. It is very likely there will be no bonus next year at all. I can hear a lot of you say I'm lucky to have a bonus and that is true. What is also true is that I make a poverty level wage. (Yes, even in Northern California).

I was already financially scared. I almost cannot breathe right now! ACK!

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CARRAND 2/15/2011 9:54PM

    I can really sympathize with you. I had a distinguished or outstanding rating for 18 years, then I got my current boss and she has rated me "met" 3 years in a row. I'm doing the same job I always have, but my rating dropped. I got no raise at all this year because of my rating. There is nothing I can do about it. Fortunately I am eligible to retire, and that is my plan for next year. But I know you are a long way from retirement. I also know you work very hard and keep a good attitude, and I hope you'll get better news tomorrow. Someone should recognize what an asset you are to your company.

You'll have to tell us more about the kettle bell. That's something I'm not familiar with at all.

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LIBBYFITZ 2/15/2011 12:10PM

    It seems a bit weird that your review is not in collaboration with you. How can you get feedback etc? Do you have any chance of discussing it with anyone or is it all set in stone? emoticon

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BIKERBABE2BE 2/15/2011 9:44AM

    Good luck today! Do you get the chance to talk to whomever did your review before it is final? You might want to do this to find out why you were given the review you were, especially on the items you thought weren't justified. I hope things work out. Keeping my fingers crossed!


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SHERRYJVP 2/15/2011 8:42AM

    Bless you heart. Some people look at reviews as a time to only point out the negative in order to show that areas that need imporvement. You said you agreed with some of them so I guess I would just say..really work on those areas. It will pay off. ALso, maybe your boss's boss, knows how he/she reveiws and it won't really affect your possible promotion. Good luck.

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JHADZHIA 2/15/2011 12:25AM

    So sorry about that bad review :(( Was this due to the time you were away sick do you think? I can't imagine someone who works as hard as you getting a low score. I think if you don't agree with some of it, maybe you need to speak up about it as being unjust.
This mulit state huge company seems to be very unstable to work for. That you have lasted 10 years should count for something..
Well done with your fitness!
Good luck tomorrow, my thoughts are with you..

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SPY 2; Day 16: Six Years Ago Today

Sunday, February 13, 2011

As I write this, it is almost 1:00 in the morning. I am rarely up this late/early. I know it's because I am avoiding sleep. Six years ago at this time in the morning, I was in my Dad's hospital room. My brother had just arrived after flying all the way from Japan and driving from Indianapolis to Evansville. My sister could not travel because she was nearly 8 months pregnant.

The nurses at St Mary's were fabulous. They cared for my Dad with compassion and also cared for us, though not in the same way, of course. Dad was in kind of a suite, so there was a couch, microwave and other things that made staying with him for hours on end manageable.

Dad was originally diagnosed with prostate cancer. He had several careers in his life, ending with a return to a career of his youth, a long haul truck driver. He knew for two years that something was not right, but it took him that long to get to the doctor. Part of that is his generation, part of that was his stubbornness. Part of that was his unwillingness to take the time, spend the money to see the doctor (yes, I am that way, too). Anyway, he went through chemo and all the rest of it, beat that cancer into submission. Then, and I learned this was common, he was hit with bone cancer.

I was at work when I got "the call". I got that call the day after my coworker's boyfriend called in for her to say she had found her mom dead the night before. There were only 5 of us in the office when it was full-staffed (same company where I work now, but I was working a different job at a satellite office). At the time, we were not fully staffed. One lady had just retired (she would come back, but that's another story), another lady was on leave taking care of her mom in AZ with brain cancer. Then Cyndi found her mom dead and I got the call the next day.

I was stunned because I did not know he was that sick. I went to talk to my boss and she wisely asked me how I would feel if I were not there when he died. I said, "I have to be there."

My stepsister was the one who called me. I called the hospital and tried to talk to Dad's doctor. Eventually, he called me back. I explained that I was in CA and that I was scheduled to go on vacation in Hawaii a week from then, but needed to know the truth of my Dad's condition. He told me to go ahead and go on vacation and have a good time because he was the doctor and he could keep my Dad alive as long as he wanted to. (!)

I called my Dad's exwife, mother of my brother and sister, to tell her what the doc said in case she could stop my brother from coming from Japan unnecessarily. Several phone calls later, my sister called back and said she talked to the nurses on the floor. They could not give a medical opinion, but they gave their experienced observation that we should come if we wanted to say goodby.

I got delayed in Chicago and arrived in KY hours later than I should have. Dad was alert at the time I should have arrived and was asking for me. He recognized me when I finally arrived. Through my tears, I told him it was ok for him to go because, now that I saw him, I clearly saw the difference between existing and living. Exhausted, I reluctantly fell asleep on the couch. I woke up to hear my brother's voice! I did not know for sure he was coming, so we had a subdued reunion.

It was almost exactly this time of night when Dad pulled off his oxygen mask. His wife asked if he knew that he would die without the oxygen and Dad nodded affirmatively. Unbeknownst to me, my brother went to the nurses' station and asked about that, both for the time and whether they would kick us out of the room since they were no longer caring for someone on the road to recovery. They told him 8 hours and they would leave us there.

Fast forward. With my brother holding one hand and me the other, we spent hours with Dad. They increased his morphine when he got really agitated. Those sounds as he died are burned in my memory. A nurse came in and told us that the hearing is the last sense to go, which, in any other setting would have made me laugh. Dad had been hard of hearing (and in denial about it) for years. But, it did seem as if his hearing was sharp. I told him I loved him and I told him that my sister sent her love. That was the last thing he heard. He died at 7:55 local time Sunday morning. Yes, the exact time of the attack on Pearl Harbor 12-07-1941.

It was a blessing that my brother was there. I was on autopilot the entire week. The family was very concerned about me because I did not eat or sleep for most of the week. My brother is 12 years younger than I am, but he was not my little brother that week. We dealt with the funeral home (another experience I will never forget) and we drove to Indianapolis to fly to Albuquerque and then drive to the small town in the mountains where Dad would be laid to rest. His funeral was Friday morning at almost exactly the time I should have been boarding the plane in San Francisco bound for Honolulu.

My cousins built Dad's casket and we had a moment of consternation when we realized that the handles on the coffin sides would not allow it to go into the ground. Fittingly, it was pouring rain, freezing windy rain. I did not even have a jacket and I did not care. I was crying too hard. My cousins were in their best suits slipping in the mud sawing off the handles. We told stories later about the comments Dad would have said.

I wrote the basis for the eulogy, my sister gave the conclusion over the phone, my brother rewrote the whole thing and made it sound beautiful. Our cousin Karl read it for us during the service in NM (I don't remember much of the service in KY).

Karl and my brother were in the Navy, so they wore their uniforms for Dad's funeral. He would have been so proud!

(Three years ago, we all met in the same mountain town to bury my youngest girl cousin who was killed in a car accident. This time, it was our turn to stand up for Karl and the rest of our cousins as they buried their baby sister.)

From this story, the only tangential relationship to SP would be a caution. Guys, if not for yourself, for your loved ones, get screened for prostate and breast cancer. Ladies, get screened for breast cancer and reproductive cancers. Don't ignore something that you think is not right.

Dad met his first grandson, but missed out on the other three grandchildren. Gone too soon.

I did not meet Dad until I was a teen and, even then, did not live with him except in the summer (boarding school). So, I had far less time with Dad than my brother and sister did (from his second marriage - I am the leftover from the first marriage).

I knew as I watched him die that I was never going to be the same. Little did I know how true that thought was.

I will go to bed now but I know I will relive that tearful night.

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ISHIIGIRL 2/14/2011 12:43PM

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CARRAND 2/13/2011 9:32PM

    emoticon At least you got to be there.

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POORGIRL_DIET 2/13/2011 7:45PM

    emoticon Thanks for sharing with us

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CHAOTIC-KITTY 2/13/2011 7:41PM

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JHADZHIA 2/13/2011 10:11AM

    Thanks for letting us know why that date has such significance for you.
Unfortunately, all too often, people ignore signs and symptoms of something wrong and don't seek help, thinking it will pass. Unfortunately, the menfolk in my family are those reluctant ones too. Can't remember the last time my brother got a check up and he is obese. My sister's husband has to wait until he is really uncomfortable before he goes in. He never even bothered to go in when he injured his arm and now the muscle doesn't work properly..My step dad nearly bled to death from a bad bleeding ulcer because he refused to get a tube down his throat for diagnosis and also refused a blood transfusion. Eventually, they had to operate the old way, slicing down the middle under anesthesia. He almost didn't make it. There is nothing you can do with stubborn people :((
I can't imagine being there watching your loved one dying. I don't know if I could take that. Then again, being able to say good bye and how much you love them is priceless.. So sorry you had to suffer through this :(
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LIBBYFITZ 2/13/2011 7:25AM

    emoticonYou are having a hard time kiddo! I have no words except big hugs! Thank you for opening up and writing down your story. I almost felt like I was in the room with you and your dad. It may help if you wrote your dad a letter of how you are feeling, and how much you miss him. emoticon

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SPY 2, Day 15: Still Sore

Sunday, February 13, 2011

I am getting tired of having nothing wonderful to report insofar as exercise is concerned. I hardly moved at all, not from laziness but from pain.

I am hungry, but it's the wanting-to-eat hunger, so I am ignoring it. Would that have happened a year ago? I don't think so. I could have told you that I knew I was thinking of eating food just because, but I would have either given in and eaten until I was stuffed or gone to bed without, feeling deprived and as if I were punishing me for something.

A year of reading Spark People articles about attitude...things are better. I am not there yet, but awareness and having time to make decisions before acting is progress.

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CARRAND 2/13/2011 9:33PM

    I'm sorry to hear you have been in pain. I hope tomorrow will be better for you.

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JHADZHIA 2/13/2011 9:35AM

    I would say that is pretty good to be able to control the mindless eating. There is nothing you can do about the exercise if you are in pain. Just go on the lower end of your calorie range to compensate.. There is also upper body strength training you can do when the lower body refuses to cooperate..
Hope you have a good Sunday,

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SPY 2; Day 14:

Friday, February 11, 2011

Not much exercise today. My joints are very sore and I am not sure why. I can hardly move!

I had lunch with my former boss and a retired coworker today. The retired coworker is the one who brought me to my present employer and the former boss was my first boss at this company. Tomorrow is my 10th anniversary at this company, despite the fact that they laid me off twice. Fortunately, I was rehired twice! My retired coworker friend was actually laid off but she took it as early retirement because the buyout was better, I guess.

The fatigue returned, but not as severely as it was early in the week.

My plan is to get lots of rest this weekend in preparation for the lunch with my VP on Tuesday. I brought home my text from the IP class to review in case it turns out to be the interview.

Monday I have a training session with Yvonne to prepare me for covering her desk. She has posted it in a very pompous manner which is probably part of the payback for my moment of rudeness yesterday. I am not looking forward to this. I also anticipate she will be in a "poor me" mood because it is Valentines Day and she is currently single....I understand the loneliness, but I also understand self-pity.

But - this is not the forum for that. I need to walk my own path. I have enough attitudes that need work without worrying about someone else's. One of those is my relationship to food. Today I want to eat everything, especially carbs!

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CARRAND 2/12/2011 7:33PM

    I'm so hoping you get your promotion. You really deserve it.

You're better off not worrying about your co-worker. You can't like everyone, everyday. And you can't change other people, you can only change how you react to them.

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LIBBYFITZ 2/12/2011 7:48AM

    emoticonHope the sore joints are not the beginning of a viral infection. glad you are going to rest up!

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SPY 2, Day 13: Tears, Rudeness, Victory and Hope

Thursday, February 10, 2011

The other day, my CDs arrived. I finally broke the seal and played two of them today. These are CDs of the music I learned from my music teacher decades ago. Of course, back then, they were are LPs! I had not heard these songs (except me singing them) since those days in her music room. I knew it would bring back memories, but I was unprepared for the flood of memories, for the pain, for the tears. The pain will pass, but it was sharp today! At the same time, through the tears, my spirit was uplifted in a profound way.

During the day, I stopped by Yvonne's desk to see if she needed me to take anything to the finance office. In the course of that conversation, she told me to take any more new orders that came in and process them. I will be covering her desk when she goes on vacation next month, so the reminders of how to do so will be useful. A few hours later, I pulled one in and found that it was a really unusual one. I went back to her desk with it hoping she was still in. She was, but I innocently walked into the middle of some rush thing she was doing for the attorney that she'd given the popularity award to last week. I also did not realize that she was rushing to get out the door and when she asked us (the attorney and me) if the matter could wait until tomorrow, he thought she was asking him. I knew it was me. I turned on heel and was a bit rude and left. I feel terribly.

I was within range on most things for food. Low in carbs - how odd! High in sodium, but not much. Something over 8K steps - I took a shorter walk at lunch just in case my leg flared up again. My left arm has been in a great deal of pain all day. I don't know if I slept on it wrong or carried that back of cat food wrong yesterday or what. No ST on that arm today.

I had a dream last night that I was going to be laid off. That was an unsettling way to start the day!

Out of the blue, my VP came to me and said we should do lunch next week because we have not talked in a while. Of course I accepted! I don't know if this will be the setting for my interview for the promotion or something completely different. The lunch will be on Tuesday. I will color my hair this weekend and get it trimmed, try to get lots of rest before then and see what happens.

Today was a day of small victories. Generally within range on food, some walking and it felt good, a more productive work day and music that lifted my mood.

Hope is relit in my heart! (Even though I will pay dearly for my rudeness to Yvonne). That's for another day.

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TEENY_BIKINI 2/11/2011 9:29PM

    Enjoy getting your hair done - that's always nice.

Relax over the weekend - having lunch with a VP is a pretty big thing and it sounds promising. VPs don't just have lunch with anyone around my parts. It sounds exciting, gorgeous. Congrats.


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CARRAND 2/11/2011 9:19PM

    Good luck with lunch next week!

I always feel bad when I've been rude to someone, even when they had it coming, I still feel bad.

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MYSTERY4EVER 2/11/2011 1:48PM

    Feel better. Can you apologize to Yvonne in person or e-mail now? Take care. Have a good weekend.

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LIBBYFITZ 2/11/2011 3:48AM

    Here is to wishing you some good news next week! emoticon

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JHADZHIA 2/10/2011 11:53PM

    Glad your day went well for calories and exercise... Hope your arm feels better after a good night's sleep. Good luck with your lunch with the VP, hope that is a good omen!

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