Apologies to anyone who's waiting for the next instalment of 'On Her Own Petard' but I've been mired in office politics of my own, and just haven't felt like writing.
We've had new call logging software imposed on us that allows 'users' to assign support requests to analysts personally, and to set the priority. Of course everyone thinks theirs is highly important, and needs to go to person in charge... me. It's not been helped by another department being closed due to vacations that would normally deflect a lot of the work, but some of the stuff flying my way has been plain vindictive - work for the same company for almost twenty years and you pick up enemies. People who don't know me very well find me abrupt, even arrogant, but friends will tell you it's because at times I'm painfully shy. I try to avoid confrontations, but won't back down if an issue's forced, so a few days have been quite a struggle - and I can't help reflecting on how I could have handled things better. Worse still I've fallen over a couple of times in the office and HR are on my back about not using my cane during work... not that a big stick wouldn't have been useful lately.
By the time I've been getting home in the evenings I've been too washed out to write anything, and have just been losing myself in music - mostly stuff like the Who, Beatles and Rolling Stones... so there may be a story set in the sixties somewhere over the horizon. The vacationers start trickling back tomorrow so hopefully I should be back to Stevie's saga in the next day or so.
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I'm sorry to hear that your job has gotten crazy. Systems like you describe always sound good in theory, but generally don't take into account that most of the users are big children rather than actual adults.
So, I hope things do get better for you, take care of yourself, and I'm looking forward to more Stevie when you can manage.
Don't let the blighters get you down, eh? :)
Life has a way of just biting us on the soft spots, doesn't it? I love your story but I also know what it is like to be overcome by life. My prayers are with you.
I have installments in three different stories about ready, but things have been so exhausting that I have just not confronted uploading them. It is always such a pain, and I just don't want the agravation right now.
Here's hoping that things get a little more agreeable for you soon.
Gwen Brown
Watch out for those logs!
It's terrible when people want to quantify helpfulness. At a company I worked for, there were only two metrics: how many tickets closed per day, and how quickly were they being closed. An open ticket wasn't tolerated, which is foolish, since it means you can't deal with difficult problems in a thorough or correct way.
Good luck with the real life troubles... I sympathize greatly.
Don't forget the Kinks... a little dose is good now and then.
what a week that was
I've been a bit quieter this week - after a fairly contentious meeting I walked from the meeting room, fell over and couldn't get back up. I'd heard of stress induced relapses but never experienced one... all a bit embarrassing really, the first aiders insisted on calling an ambulance even though I was able to stand by then. Anyway, left leg very wobbly, no control of my left arm, involuntary eye movement and my balance very disturbed, so sent home and haven't been back in yet.
It should have been a great opportunity to get on with some writing but I haven't been able to type all that well, and to be honest I could feel depression nibbling its way back so just concentrated on not going mad :) Recovering a bit, though when I see my GP she's probably going to prescribe a course of steroids (which I hate taking), and it looks like I'll be off for at least another week. That said I have just opened Word...
Take care of yourself first
We don't need another name for the honor roll. Take plenty of hugs to stay warm and keep your cool about the writing.
Hugs,
Erin
= Give everyone the benefit of the doubt because certainty is a fragile thing that can be shattered by one overlooked fact.
= Give everyone the benefit of the doubt because certainty is a fragile thing that can be shattered by one overlooked fact.
Here here
Get your disease and your life back under control. MS is is it?
My sister fiance's dad is in very bad shape from MS and you want to avoid that if at all possible. A cousin of mine had it or something like it once and has never had it again in over 25 years. Another cousin is on an insulin pump and a second cousin has Lupis and both are doing well. Cousin Jimmy's wife got MS after giving birth to their children and has difficulties but they are still in love. Yet another cousin got badly into drugs with her husband and eventually killed him, justfiable homicide or was it accidental but it hurt my late aunt so much. Oh well, such is life.
That you are/were working is great. Get well and carry two big sticks so you have a spare after you shove the first one up the ass of your worst tormentor. Oh, right that's bad customer relations.
Darn it.
John in Wauwatosa
John in Wauwatosa
bouncing back and over under sideways down
It's been a funny week - as predicted my GP put me on a course of steroids, which I hate taking because of the side effects. She describes them as 'euphoria' I describe them as 'climbing up the walls hyper activity'. I've worked my way back to two finger typing, which is much too frustrating for writing, but I have completed two shorts stories in longhand.
One is set in fifties London and features a very thinly disguised portrait of a notorious pornographer who I've named 'Barrington Parks' - with a few moments of cor-luv-a-duck Ealing humour (I think). The other skips forward ten years and transfers to rural England, where an enigmatic female newcomer shakes up small village, not least the teenage members of Locomotif who are trying very hard to be flower children in a very staid community. Both will need a fair bit of editing, especially the second which was written in the glow of a lava lamp while listening to psychedelia :)
Must dash I have walls to climb...