So here I am again after a very long hiatus, and I have to admit that I have just about run out of ideas. But here goes.
After my last post (about five months after) I was asked by my boss if I was 'alright'; without boring anyone with the precis of the ensuing conversation, I ended up taking four weeks of "unofficial stress leave" starting that day to recover from the incredibly excessive overtime and over-working that I had, up until then been putting in. I now work very much to the clock and I have decided that if the job suffers... TOUGH.
A month off to get my headspace was, if not what the doctor ordered, then at least what I needed to ensure that I didn't suffer a full-blown psychic meltdown. When the people that you work with say that you seem to be less stressed out after watching your daily fight with an impending psychotic break and really nasty mood swings, you wonder just exactly how bad it got. I still wonder, mostly because I don't ask. I really don't want to know.
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