|Finally finished my freakishly hard puzzle and started on|
a new winter scene. This is as exciting as it gets for me.
My days are passing by slowly. When I'm doing some work, I can focus on what I need to do, but I also can't be sitting at the computer for longer than a couple of hours at a time. It bugs my eyes and my back gets stiff. Although I have an office space in Toronto when I'm working my regular 9-5, I'm rarely there. I'm in the community visiting clients. I'm not suited for an office job. I've not had one since my early 20's and I couldn't stand it then. I'm definitely feeling a little claustrophobic at home right now. Getting out for even an hour a day is a huge treat for me. Other than my work projects, all I really have are books, puzzles and evenings with Julien. I don't have many friends in Hamilton. And everyone is busy anyway. With the five weeks I was off over the summer for vacation and the five I'll be off because of my ankle, I'll not have worked for 10 weeks before I go back. And that's if my next set of x-rays go well. This is the longest I've ever been away from work. And although some may think it's a treat to be off work for so long, I assure you, I'd much rather be working my regular job and seeing my clients.
I requested that I be allowed to work from home for 21 hours per week. During my phone conference with Human Resources, I had to have Union representation and I was advised not tell management anything about my condition and to prepare myself for being assigning work that wouldn't necessarily be part of my regular duties (which I was fine with if it could be done from home and kept me busy). I got a bit freaked out, and for nothing. The meeting went well, I pretty much requested what I wanted and it was approved. I couldn't figure out why everything had to be so hush hush. Then it dawned on me that some of these meetings are likely done with people who don't want to work, but are capable of doing something. I rarely call in sick and being off right now feels punitive to me. I'm crossing off the days on my calendar with x's like I'm in prison. Less than three weeks left!
|My eats from the past two days.|