There are some strange complications in my new role in DI. The main one that is causing me angst at the moment is that the phone calls are ongoing and intense, but the work-proper continues to build up. I am struggling to do the actual work.
Yesterday I discussed (with my manager and Linda) the possibility of shifting hours - so that I start at 10 or 10:30, and finish at 6;30 or 7. Tracy was sanguine - it's up to me what I do with hours; she also suggested that I could do overtime and take time-in-lieu. I just don't believe that I'll get the time back in anything like the quantity I would need to build (and one day, I hope, maintain) resiliance again. For me, taking the time in the morning is not ideal, because historically I have only used pre-work time to get dressed, not do anything else. So the change would require me to reorganise my mind to achieve set tasks in the morning, so the time is not simply lost. Hence the blog again... I think that if I can continue to go to bed at 9:30-10pm, get up at 6-6:30 and be more-or-less ready for work at 8am, then I should have time to do a bit of tidying, a bit of washing, blog, morning prayer and meditation.
Linda was less pleased about it - she thinks work should just be changed. It isn't going to happen. It's true, our dinner will end up much later, and we'll have less time in the evening, but if I can discipline myself to do computer tasks (emails, facebook and accounts maintenance) in the mornings, then I'm all hers at night instead of distracted.
Hmmm, I just noticed that I've added three things to the list of what I want to do in the morning, that I didn't include in the previous list...
Yesterday was a disrupted day - Phillip took Rosie and Spike to St Leonards for a few days on Sunday, and yesterday morning when they got up Spike had gone. He called me at about 10.40, and I gave up and left work to go look for him at 12n. Sarah picked up her father and they left just after me. It turns out that some kind soul picked him up and took him to a Drysdale vet. Tony started calling vets on the way down and found him almost straight away. I met them at the holiday house and bought him home. He has badly abraded paws, and some insect bites and scratches on him, but, aside from being stiff and exhausted, he is OK.
Time for a shower!
