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The One Where Cathy Tries Not to Worry
I think overall me and my new job are going to get along just fine. It’s interesting, fun and challenging. I work with locked up teenagers, how can it not be?
What I am going to have to get used to is the schedule. Or should I say, lack thereof. I got hired with a group of other “on-calls” which means we work shifts when permanent staff can’t for whatever reason – vacation, illness, training.
So sometimes, we’ll know well in advance when we’re working – I’ve already picked up some shifts on the August schedule.
And sometimes, we won’t. Like when I woke up this morning and realized they had called me in the middle of the night to see if I could work a day shift today.
Or, I should say, who knows when they actually called because my cell phone is possessed. I am totally not making this up.
It’s been doing random weird shit for months now where I won’t get a text, or it’ll get delivered days after the person actually sent it, or someone will leave me a voicemail – but there is no notification that they left it or even that I missed a call.
But on Friday it started like, adjusting the volume and pressing buttons all by itself. I was actually sort of afraid.
Then my husband, who is a computer programmer or something, suggested what computer people always suggest, which is turning it off and then back on. Shockingly, this did not work.
Then he took it apart and put it back together and now it sort of works, but not exactly. I’m pretty sure this means I need an iphone.
Anyway, what was I talking about before the phone? My schedule! I kind of don’t have one right now, and I have learned over the years that I need one to function. Well, to function successfully at least.
I’ve fallen completely out of any routines that I had. I haven’t been working out, my sleep schedule is wacky, I have a to-do list a mile long because I keep forgetting to take care of the simplest tasks… I even forgot to do my fertility friend stuff for almost a month.
Speaking of fertility friend, yes, we are still trying to conceive (7 months now) and I have lots to say about all that… just not today.
So I’ve decided to employ a solution I rarely use because I’m so shitty at it – I’m just not going to worry about it. Really, I mean it. I’m not going to worry about it because it will all work itself out.
I’ll figure out a way to schedule the things I need to do and keep it flexible enough to work for me. I’ll figure out a way to take care of things that need taken care of, and still enjoy my free time without feeling guilty.
Most importantly, to me anyway, I’ll figure out a way to devote more time and energy to the blog. When I say in my little bio thing that blogging keeps from going completely insane, I really mean it. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that I feel overwhelmed and scattered when I’m not blogging.
If there’s a blog in my head that needs to be written, I can’t concentrate until I’ve written it. But the last few months, I think I’ve just been stifling everything because I knew there wasn’t time to write. And on top of that, I didn’t have the emotional energy left to deal with whatever feelings writing the blog would stir up. Yet another reason there hasn’t been an Oh, Baby blog in months.
But now I’m getting my shit together and putting on my big girl panties and I’ll be back to more frequent blogging. Really, I mean it this time.
Well, except for next Thursday when we leave for a week. I suppose a more responsible blogger would arrange for some guest posters, but hey aren’t you guys used to me never posting?
PS. No seriously. I probably should get some guest posters…
PPS. This no worrying thing is hard. I think it would help if I just went ahead and cleaned out the fridge so I can cross that off the to-do list.
PPPS. Oh, sweet. There’s a third of a bottle of wine on the door of the fridge from two nights ago. I pretty much have to drink it right now, or it’ll go bad, right?
PPPPS. OK, I’ve decided I totally need minions guest posters while I’m gone. If you want to post, leave me a comment or email me. I pretty much don’t give a shit what you write about, either. Knock yourself out.
Yes, drink the wine before it goes bad.
I am glad that you are liking your job.
Yes, get a new phone, I also am getting a new one because mine is also broken and possessed.
Have fun next Thursday wherever you are going for a week!
I would offer to guest post, but I seem to have a hard enough time coming up with things to post for me. Last week I did not even know which day it was….So unless you want an unfocused confused blogger guest posting, you probably don't want me!
I think my phone caught your phone's disease. I called my VM yesterday to check an old saved message for a phone number and found THREE messages on there I had no idea I had. THREE. They could have been someone offering me a new job. Or informing me I won the lottery. Good thing it was just my mom and some random sales calls. But still. It *could* have been VERY important. So, yeah. Get a new phone. Maybe it'll inspire me to get one too. : )
And yeah… same here. I'd be all for guest blogging for you, but as pointed out, I can't even keep up on my own. I haven't put something on there in HOW long? At this point it's just there collecting interdust. = /
Save some of that wine for me… after today, I'm gonna need it! ; )