I'm not dead yet
Yes, it has been more than a month since my last post. And yes, I'm still breathing, for the most part.
Work is kicking my ass. Being a complete dumbshit I agreed to work two 12's and two 8's a week. This gives me an extra day off, on paper. In reality, since I'm on the night turn, it gives me a day to sleep. And the fucker that does the scheduling is a real piece of work, lemme tell you. I'm no genius, and if I had a few spare brain cells to be working with in addition to "free time", I would be glad to take a looksee and figure out just where she is going at it all wrong. In a brief explanation it looks like this: work 2, off 2, work 2 off 1, great so far.... work 4 off 1 work 3 off 1... gah! [I realize that is more than two weeks, but I got fed up with the trainwreck and summarized]
Ok. So. I'm tired. I'm cranky. I haven't blogged to vent in a l-o-n-g time. And you come here to find some interesting literary masterpiece, only to recall that all I do is complain anyway. So here's a little teaser.
I seem to have misplaced my April cycle. I don't know where I left it. I checked all my pockets and between the couch cushions. I was pretty sure I had it, at one point. Because I can't go around marking big red "X"s on calendars, I have been faithful for the past 5 years or so at logging it into Futility Friend. My last recorded cycle was March 1st. Surely I just was to busy to notice it was here. But, given my nasty periods, I hardly doubt that could be. In the absence of any symptoms whatsoever, I must propose that stress has kept it at bay, and I'm going through a trough right now.
It wasn't until I noticed mood swings and weepiness that I thought "must be PMS". I checked to see when I was due, and "WTF?!", I was due like, 21 days ago. Therefore, *this* PMS is right on cue for the next cycle, and all is well. Hell, I even appear to be regulating, which is a miracle.
Now, if I can just fight the urge to test. Haven't felt that sensation in a good, long while. Meh.
Work is kicking my ass. Being a complete dumbshit I agreed to work two 12's and two 8's a week. This gives me an extra day off, on paper. In reality, since I'm on the night turn, it gives me a day to sleep. And the fucker that does the scheduling is a real piece of work, lemme tell you. I'm no genius, and if I had a few spare brain cells to be working with in addition to "free time", I would be glad to take a looksee and figure out just where she is going at it all wrong. In a brief explanation it looks like this: work 2, off 2, work 2 off 1, great so far.... work 4 off 1 work 3 off 1... gah! [I realize that is more than two weeks, but I got fed up with the trainwreck and summarized]
Ok. So. I'm tired. I'm cranky. I haven't blogged to vent in a l-o-n-g time. And you come here to find some interesting literary masterpiece, only to recall that all I do is complain anyway. So here's a little teaser.
I seem to have misplaced my April cycle. I don't know where I left it. I checked all my pockets and between the couch cushions. I was pretty sure I had it, at one point. Because I can't go around marking big red "X"s on calendars, I have been faithful for the past 5 years or so at logging it into Futility Friend. My last recorded cycle was March 1st. Surely I just was to busy to notice it was here. But, given my nasty periods, I hardly doubt that could be. In the absence of any symptoms whatsoever, I must propose that stress has kept it at bay, and I'm going through a trough right now.
It wasn't until I noticed mood swings and weepiness that I thought "must be PMS". I checked to see when I was due, and "WTF?!", I was due like, 21 days ago. Therefore, *this* PMS is right on cue for the next cycle, and all is well. Hell, I even appear to be regulating, which is a miracle.
Now, if I can just fight the urge to test. Haven't felt that sensation in a good, long while. Meh.
posted by Julie at 12:44 AM
7 comments
