Thursday, April 14, 2011

The Corporate Noose

Calling in sick to work is not something I do very easily; it is always a big tug on the old guilt noose. I was that perfectionist girl who worked extra hard until minutes before she ended up in the psych ward on suicide watch. It's just a part of who I am.

I didn't realize I was as so burnt out until Tuesday night, when I was at a family dinner trying to refrain from killing my mother, and almost lost it on her stoic, Scottish self (my 5-year-old niece had just been at the hospital that day for major stomach pain and my mother was telling her to stop faking it and to stop crying so the adults could relax. I had flashbacks to my childhood). I did not want to go home at the end of the night because I didn't want to get up in the morning. A bit telling...

Devon is away in Miami for work, and I have been alone this week, which I actually enjoy on the most part. There is a lot of work to do around the house, and it's not like I've had much of an opportunity to relax, but there is something to be said for sitting on the couch in your underwear eating chocolate and staying up too late watching porn bad TV. It took everything in me to call in sick yesterday. I had to remind myself that I do not save lives and that the world would go on okay without me at my desk. So, I finally realized how bad I needed the day off, and probably for the first time in my working career, called in sick when I wasn't *that* sick (physically). I just feel like I'm losing my head, a bit.

There is good news about work though. I am covering a one-year maternity leave, which is coming to an end in August. There was some talk of creating a new position for me, which has gone through about seven different levels of management and I have not been able to get an answer for months, but just found out that the position has been approved. I do still have to go through an application process, but I'm hopeful that if I do apply (which I will), the position will be mine. Would just like to sign on the dotted line though.

The best part about a job in this company? The fertility clinic is in the building next door. I can leave at lunch and get inseminated and be back at my desk well within the hour. How convenient. Honestly, that is part of my motivation to stay, as effed-up as it sounds...

I went back to work this morning and actually got more done in half a day than I have in the last week. There has been a lot of staring-through-the-screen-thinking-of-nothing time over the past few weeks, so I feel a wee bit rejuventated. 

Two weeks in Maui would be nice about now. It frikkin' snowed here today. And I know I live in Canada [in an igloo, with my dogsled], but I can't remember the last time it snowed this late in the year.

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5 comments:

  1. Mental health days are SOOOO important! I had a boss once (in human services) who would tell us we were looking a bit "sick" and encourage us to take one. It's all part of mental health parity, really. You know when you are physically sick if you rest for a day you will feel better, where if you push yourself you might get sicker. Same for mental health. Good for you for taking care of yourself so you can be more rested.

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  2. I live for my mental health days! Just 2 weeks ago I came into work, sat here for 10 minutes, decided i was done and left! I brought my wife up to Blackhawk (our gambling town) and stayed the night. It was fabulous!

    BTW, I laughed out loud at "And I know I live in Canada [in an igloo, with my dogsled]" ....hahah!! I work in sales and my territory is Canada - LOVE LOVE Canadians!!!

    Good luck!

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  3. Glad you took the day off. I think playing hooky is one of the perks in life. Sounds like the job situation may work out well for you.

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  4. Yay for a mental day!!!
    I wish I could take those. Every thing falls apart at work when I'm not there...

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  5. a mental health day every once in a while is critical. good for you!

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