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Essential skills for shop assistants, No 32 in a series of 2863104362427: Clairvoyancy
So... I slept about 4 hours last night. Couldn't settle down; felt cold even though the room's at 22degC; head would clear for a bit and then start feeling like it wanted to explode again. So, up I get, since tossing and turning doesn't lead to relaxation whereas sitting upright helps to clear the head a bit, and noodling on the computer to distract myself helps the frustration drain away enough to try again...
Eventually got to sleep by getting fully clothed, taking an extra dose of Ibuprofen (it was after midnight, so it's a new 24 hour period, right?), and sipping weak tea while waiting for comfort level to raise to the basic minimum. That was after 3am.
I got up this morning, very slowly and shakily dragged myself through the regular routine... And eventually found I couldn't balance well enough to get my uniform trousers on. At this point (by which time I should have already been at work, actually) I called in sick. Was helpfully informed that (a) today was supposed to be my day off anyway (Damn. I wonder when this week's rota actually went up? I don't remember seeing it Thursday, and I suspect I was never in the office long enough to look for it on Friday. Oh well, at least I'm not losing a *paid* day.); and (b) if I thought today was a work day, then I should have called them at least an hour earlier.
Here's the snag with that one: even on the healthiest days, I'm hardly ever *awake* an entire hour before I'm due at work (which is basically 8:40 for an 8:45 start), let alone far enough into the process of getting up, eating etc. to be able to judge whether I'm ever going to make it through to the end! Ask me at 8am on any given morning (by which time I *am* awake and, in some sense of the word, moving) whether I feel healthy enough to go to work, the answer is *always* "no", with a probable rider of "and get out of the way of the flippin' kettle, dammit, I need tea!". Even on the days where I've already had to drag myself to the busstop in time for a 7:25 bus to Stroud, which then hasn't turned up. Or perhaps especially then.
(To be fair, it has now been agreed that henceforth when I'm covering Stroud, catching the 8:25 bus will suffice, even though it means getting there fifteen minutes after the shop's due to open.)
But on the good news front, since today was a scheduled day off, I haven't lost a day's pay. This time.
Anyhoo, I was asked to call before close of business today to let them know if I'm likely to be in tomorrow, so they can arrange cover if not. Which is an entirely reasonable request, as far as it goes, though see above re. the difficulty of fulfilling it.
So I set an alarm for 4pm, and went back to bed. Actually woke up soon after 2pm, had some lunch, and have been sitting since then noodling on the PC, trying to judge how much better I feel and estimate how much sleep I'm likely to get tonight.
Called J. at 4:30pm and let him know: It's best to assume I won't be there tomorrow. =:o{
Damn, damn, damn...
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