Oh, boy....
24 Feb 2022 08:56 pmIt looks like I'm gonna be applying somewhere else after my work practice ends next week after all! Not with any hard feelings really, but I guess it's really difficult for them to hire people for less than 4 days a week - maybe impossible actually? Right now I feel a lot better than in January, but I'm still pretty confident I couldn't manage four days a week.
It's mayyyyybe actually a relief in some ways - I've wondered if the store near my house, which is smaller, would be better in other ways too (the main negative there is that it has more scented stuff and there's a distinct perfumey odor in it. I'm sensitive to that, but I haven't actually had an allergic reaction, I'm just... sensitive to perfumes and allergic to some of them so I'm paranoid about them. But I can take antihistamines). And my dislike of adapting to new places was definitely a big thing keeping me from investigating other alternatives since I already liked the place. But it wasn't perfect.
I didn't like being surprised to learn this though! And this morning I had a disaster trying to pay for a bus card on my new phone and didn't see Twitter before work, so I found out about the war after this long interview (at which I cried, which probably looked completely incomprehensible to my counselor and the manager, because I was actually crying thinking about how exhausted I was by January, but I don't think that really makes sense to a person with normal spoons). I found out like this:
COUNSELOR: So have a good day with the rest of your work day and try to have a relaxing weekend, both of you!
MANAGER: On the contrary. Have you seen the news this morning?
COUNSELOR: Oh, yeah. Well, that's true. It's terrible, really horrifying.
MANAGER: It's so awful and I'm so distracted and worried.
ME: What? What happened???
MANAGER: Russia attacked Ukraine overnight. They're bombing civilian targets all around Kiev. From Belarus as well.
So. Yeah. I spent the afternoon thinking alternately that maybe I should try to find work I can do in one place, not moving, like Wax's customer service gig (though I couldn't do that, I'm not fluent trilingual like boo), because that's the only way I could manage four or five days a week probably... and telling myself to drop it until the meeting with my counselor next week and then immediately thinking "I wonder if I'm staring down World War 3?"
Obviously, my concerns are laughably small next to the attack on Ukraine. I hope the ludicrously ineffective powers of North America, Europe, and the UK at least manage to get their act together enough for the massive economic sanctions that are needed.
I fell asleep almost as soon as I came home, but I could still sleep for a few days.
It's mayyyyybe actually a relief in some ways - I've wondered if the store near my house, which is smaller, would be better in other ways too (the main negative there is that it has more scented stuff and there's a distinct perfumey odor in it. I'm sensitive to that, but I haven't actually had an allergic reaction, I'm just... sensitive to perfumes and allergic to some of them so I'm paranoid about them. But I can take antihistamines). And my dislike of adapting to new places was definitely a big thing keeping me from investigating other alternatives since I already liked the place. But it wasn't perfect.
I didn't like being surprised to learn this though! And this morning I had a disaster trying to pay for a bus card on my new phone and didn't see Twitter before work, so I found out about the war after this long interview (at which I cried, which probably looked completely incomprehensible to my counselor and the manager, because I was actually crying thinking about how exhausted I was by January, but I don't think that really makes sense to a person with normal spoons). I found out like this:
COUNSELOR: So have a good day with the rest of your work day and try to have a relaxing weekend, both of you!
MANAGER: On the contrary. Have you seen the news this morning?
COUNSELOR: Oh, yeah. Well, that's true. It's terrible, really horrifying.
MANAGER: It's so awful and I'm so distracted and worried.
ME: What? What happened???
MANAGER: Russia attacked Ukraine overnight. They're bombing civilian targets all around Kiev. From Belarus as well.
So. Yeah. I spent the afternoon thinking alternately that maybe I should try to find work I can do in one place, not moving, like Wax's customer service gig (though I couldn't do that, I'm not fluent trilingual like boo), because that's the only way I could manage four or five days a week probably... and telling myself to drop it until the meeting with my counselor next week and then immediately thinking "I wonder if I'm staring down World War 3?"
Obviously, my concerns are laughably small next to the attack on Ukraine. I hope the ludicrously ineffective powers of North America, Europe, and the UK at least manage to get their act together enough for the massive economic sanctions that are needed.
I fell asleep almost as soon as I came home, but I could still sleep for a few days.