Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Back to work

A few quick things before I tell you about work. Psh, what a tease.

1) My arm is still oh so broken. I'm now in an arm brace which was custom made to fit my arm. It's awesome. I feel like a gladiator although my husband says I look more like robocop.

2) My arm is super stiff. After 6ish week in the sling, I'm now on the brace. The sling really did nothing. It just kept everything in place and made my arm freeze up. PLEASE let the dang thing heal.

Ok, now on to work. I have to say, I'm not really loving being back. By nature, I'm an overachiever and I feel like I'm failing at work. Actually, I know I'm failing at work. After a little chat with my boss, I was told that basically no one wants to work with me. I'm cold, rude and shut people's idea's out. I honestly think people have no real concept of what is important. I told some people that not everything can be a priority and that's not the right thing to say.

Aside from that, one of the people who had a chat with my boss was my friend. You think you have a friend at work only to find out they are talking about you behind your back. I will not stand for that. I'd rather have no friends, if that's the kind of person you are going to be. If you have a problem with me, take it up with me. Completely rude in every sense.

I'm annoyed with the level of work that I have. I made it ABUNDANTLY CLEAR that I'm still recovering and that I can only work 8-5. So giving me too much work and asking me to log-in after hours is ridiculous. My body is still recovering and will be recovering for another 4-5 months. I don't even have normal bathroom function since chemo. I kept saying I was overloaded only to get shut down. I was finally told today I can pull projects out that can wait until later in the year to be completed. My worry with that is that I'm going to get dinged for not getting everything completed.

I hate that I feel defeated with work. What the hell happened to me? I want my life back, please. If you've seen it, please return it. Oh and my dignity while you are there.

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