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beansideHappy Memorial day, or in my case happy paid time and a half day! It's going to rain here anyway, so I wouldn't have been cooking out, so I might as well make a few extra dollars. Best part, it happens again in a month for the fourth of July. Yay more money!
Yesterday was annoying. For some reason, I'm Dad's favorite when it comes to certain toileting rituals, and he will call me when he needs assistance. This drives Jess up the wall, as they have impressed upon him that I am at work and should not be bothered. My sister is slow about getting up owing to a bad hip/knee, and my office is right next to his bedroom, so sometimes it seems like it would be easier for me to just get up. But then Jess gets frustrated with me for reinforcing the behavior. So, I will try to be good.
He was very fussy overall yesterday, and I was having hardcore misophonia/overstimulation. I finally took some anti-anxiety meds which helped a little bit. I swear to god, he's like a toddler. If you don't keep him engaged in something, he gets cranky. And I fully recognize that the situation sucks for him. No one wants to feel helpless, and he basically is, and he was a worrier to start out with. So, he'll sit there and stew over every ache and pain and not being able to move around. And then he starts muttering and groaning. "Aaah, oooh boy. Oh god, oh..." Etc. For hours at a time. It just makes me want to scream. And if you ask him what's wrong it'll either be something you can't do shit about like the generic "I hurt," or "I'm okay."
I'm getting more used to the physical component of it at least. I'm still achy sometimes, but not as bad as when we first started.
But overall, caretaking sucks, do not recommend.
By the time I got off of work, I had an enormous migraine that saw me going down to bed at 6. In all probability, it was starting early and probably had something to do with my overstimulation earlier in the day. I had full on light sensitivity, to the point that I put down my phone because it was hurting. Apparently while I was downstairs, dad was busy being exceptionally fussy, so I'm kind of glad I missed it.
Today, there shall be nothing to do, so I suppose I'll be working in the Pending Returns queue, always a favorite of mine. Yesterday I tried to explain how to work it to two of our coworkers and I might have been explaining cold fusion. It just was not sinking in at all. These are supposedly fully trained coworkers, but they just had no clue of how to handle a case, or where it should go. We gave up after an hour because it was clear that they just didn't have the background skills. I did not have enough time to start them from scratch and explain how to do a case. These are people on my team, who are within the same pay band as me. It just boggles my mind.
So, we'll see what today brings. Okay, I suppose I should go get myself together for work at some point. Everyone have a memorable Monday!
Yesterday was annoying. For some reason, I'm Dad's favorite when it comes to certain toileting rituals, and he will call me when he needs assistance. This drives Jess up the wall, as they have impressed upon him that I am at work and should not be bothered. My sister is slow about getting up owing to a bad hip/knee, and my office is right next to his bedroom, so sometimes it seems like it would be easier for me to just get up. But then Jess gets frustrated with me for reinforcing the behavior. So, I will try to be good.
He was very fussy overall yesterday, and I was having hardcore misophonia/overstimulation. I finally took some anti-anxiety meds which helped a little bit. I swear to god, he's like a toddler. If you don't keep him engaged in something, he gets cranky. And I fully recognize that the situation sucks for him. No one wants to feel helpless, and he basically is, and he was a worrier to start out with. So, he'll sit there and stew over every ache and pain and not being able to move around. And then he starts muttering and groaning. "Aaah, oooh boy. Oh god, oh..." Etc. For hours at a time. It just makes me want to scream. And if you ask him what's wrong it'll either be something you can't do shit about like the generic "I hurt," or "I'm okay."
I'm getting more used to the physical component of it at least. I'm still achy sometimes, but not as bad as when we first started.
But overall, caretaking sucks, do not recommend.
By the time I got off of work, I had an enormous migraine that saw me going down to bed at 6. In all probability, it was starting early and probably had something to do with my overstimulation earlier in the day. I had full on light sensitivity, to the point that I put down my phone because it was hurting. Apparently while I was downstairs, dad was busy being exceptionally fussy, so I'm kind of glad I missed it.
Today, there shall be nothing to do, so I suppose I'll be working in the Pending Returns queue, always a favorite of mine. Yesterday I tried to explain how to work it to two of our coworkers and I might have been explaining cold fusion. It just was not sinking in at all. These are supposedly fully trained coworkers, but they just had no clue of how to handle a case, or where it should go. We gave up after an hour because it was clear that they just didn't have the background skills. I did not have enough time to start them from scratch and explain how to do a case. These are people on my team, who are within the same pay band as me. It just boggles my mind.
So, we'll see what today brings. Okay, I suppose I should go get myself together for work at some point. Everyone have a memorable Monday!
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Date: 2023-05-29 12:18 pm (UTC)