Can't do this much longer. I slept for over 14 hours between Thursday evening and Friday afternoon and I had to get up at 4am to drink vinegar to stop my stomach from burning, and had awful dreams - in which no one in the office could do anything right. The area where I had shingles in February stirs suspiciously sometimes, I have noticed. What's more, a couple of other biological rhythms have been knocked out of sync despite a full moon last week.
Judging by the expressions I saw on her face, the trainer who came one day this week to observe was appalled. She has a lot of talking to do with the consultant. I still don't expect things to improve much, although the second new assistant and I are learning to cooperate and help each other. The first new assistant, who has years of experience, left after the first week...
I can work hard and I always do my best, but I can't work relentlessly under both physical and mental pressure, all day, every day. When everyone is frequently put into a flying panic, there is no way you can do it right.
Bottom line is, I chose the wrong office. I just wanted to stop relying on my father's help.
It's funny, I thought I did enough whining before. I actually like this city and don't want a repeat of last year.
I have to thank Beginning Here for the lovely encouraging card that came in the mail this morning! It really cheered me up. Thank you Ms A, so sweet of you!
Do you like the new layout? I noticed Blogger has so many exciting new features and widgets, and my custom layout was getting old and unwieldy, so I decided to return to the provided templates, choosing black to offset my oft-posted photographs.