The Eyes Twitcheth

These poor eyes are tired and sore. Oh, and they're twitching. My upper eyelids are twitching like crazy today. If I close them and lay my fingers lightly over the lids, I can feel the twitching beneath my fingertips. I've had twitching eyes before but never solely on the upper eyelids.

I was talking with Nooj earlier about our workload. That's the problem with being overly-capable. We're being dumped on because our new boss knows we will make it happen and make it happen well. The other seniors in the department are pretty much just coasting along still. Perhaps what they need to realise is that this new one will allow a little coasting, but not for long.

Monday mornings are bad enough without an avalanche of emails on every subject under the sun. One thing she did warn us about, is that she's very disorganised. That should be VERY disorganised. She hops from one thing to the other, never finishing the item before. I have, right now, six major pieces of work in the active mode. And at least 20 minor pieces, but which keep being pushed to the back burner as more things get added to the list. At least, this morning, for the first time in two weeks, I managed to sort out the mountain of paper on my desk and update the files that need updating. I also wrote out an entirely new things-to-do-list. Just looking at it makes my heart beat faster.

I worked last week on average, 14 hours a day. There was one day I worked from 6:30am straight through to 10:30pm, with only about 45 mins for lunch. By Friday evening, I was dead. On Friday evening, after collapsing on my bed and immediately falling asleep, I was woken by a text alert. I texted my love with a reply and then fell back asleep immediately, waking several hours later and wondering what on earth was in my hand and what time was it and hell, what day was it?

I slept a lot over the weekend which helped a bit. But quite honestly these long days are not as easy as I used to find them. This old dame just aint what she used to be. And having to deal with incomplete, if not mixed, messages is just plain tiring. And time wasting. And frustrating. As much as my old boss had her issues, at least she thought things through before acting on them. And there are only so many times one can argue things without seeming to be totally negative.

I miss my online friends, I miss emailing them. I miss hearing from them, even though they've been so good about emailing me, particularly when they get no response. I need a holiday. I need my love to hold me and nurture me. And I need to hold and nurture him. The 10th of November still seems so very, very far away. But thank goodness we have that date locked in. I know parting from him this time will be harder than any other visit. We have our future ahead and each day is a day towards our shared life. But it's hard nonetheless. We both have found the courage we need and now it's a matter of time. All we need is a little time to reach our goals.

One thing is for sure, as time goes by I'm going to miss this job less and less.

A bright spot in my day - I found these in the local deli. Yummy!