Hopefully I can have a short break now. I had a chest infection back in the second week of January. I remember the night it began because I was due to return to work the next day and sods law it just kicked in the Sunday before work. I felt afraid, ill, hot and a lack of sense of taste and an overwelming unwillngess to eat. I lost about a stone in the space of about 10 days. That was my only ray of sunshine with the dam virus.
I psychologically, spiritually and sociologically put up my shutters and pressed my internal panic button and refused to go out and meet anyone until after 14 days of isolation it made me feel so bad that I did not want anyone to be bitch slapped as bad as I was with this infection so isolated myself with it just to be on the safeside.
So after that moment in time I returned to work as soon as I could which resulted in my brain over revving and running on close to empty (pitying myself here, I’m sure it was not that bad). But I did feel incredibly stressed, used by my employer and taken for granted at that moment in time.
This then made me try and get a job somewhere else which I have been trying to do anyway for a year or so because me mangers are either incompitent or negligent or a mixture of the two.
So things start to get blury in time now. Still fire fighting in my work, dealing with muppet managers and desperately trying to escape.
The second to last job I applied for was to a union as an adminsitrator I would have loved to do the job and my Dad said after reading my application that it looked like I was so desperate to leave my old job it read like a suicide note (Gee thanks for your love and support Dad).
That was not how it felt when I wrote it althought I did over do it with crafting it as if to say give me this job my time is now!
Well that amouted to zero but I kept on percervering, while still holding down my 9-5.
So the next job interview I get is one for a government department and low and behold they offered me the dam job only problem now is that corona19 kicks the world royally up the ass and stops me from having a start date. I don’t feel sorry for myself at this point. If anything I have survivors guilt cause I have hope that I havve found a harbour in a huge shit storm and I am more privaleged to be able to ride it out from my bubble than most.
So thats where I have got to now I look forward to contining my journey where ever it might take me, helping and being helped by friends old and new. I have still yet to start my new job but am safe in the work space of my old to, up untill this wave passes.
At thsi moment in time to my Christian friends I do hope you have a good Friday and a Happy Easter.
May your god even bless the unbelivers too.