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Post-wig-out analysis
Aug. 14th, 2008 07:08 amI need my hormones.
New medications can be bad.
Extreme job stress can unhinge me emotionally.
A third person in the house is quite stressful even if I love him dearly.
Not feeling well all summer is a bad thing for my mental well-being.
It's a damn good thing I don't also drink alcohol.
I could turn into my mother if I'm not very, very careful.
My boss figured out our group of four techs, one LAN manager, a help desk Admin and our Boss are supporting nearly 700 people. So since last Friday our LAN manager was dealing with phone system problems and the boss was stuck in meetings, I was supporting nearly 700 people all by myself. When our Senior Tech was there Tuesday through Thursday, the Admin was out so I was covering her job as well as my own plus the missing tech because the Senior Tech has a deadline roll-out of a bunch of computers using Vista 64-bit with AutoCAD MEP and we haven't worked with those before. So still, I was doing most of the support side myself. Our normal less than 30 trouble tickets grew to the 80's by Monday of this week. I was running from urgent task to urgent task all week, ordering stuff we ran out of that couldn't wait for Rose to return, asking everyone if their task could wait until this week and dealing with sales people wanting to talk to the boss and survey people who call and want to know how many computers we have of what type and... Lord only knows what else because I feign ignorance and tell them to call back when the Admin returns.
Yeah. Extreme job stress all week on the week I was off my hormones for the month is not good. All that when I'm on a new medication that makes everything smell and taste like diesel fumes is also not good. Who knows what it was doing to my mind!
I'm not sure how it is that Eric, who has little patience with anyone or anything, can be so gentle and understanding with two wig-outs so close together but he is. I guess it's because in some ways, he understands me better than I understand myself.
When I saw a rack of a new brand of licorice at the grocery store, I dug through the fruit flavored ones and got him some black licorice as an official apology. He said I didn't need to do that but he'd gladly take the licorice. ;)
All three of us are now joking about my episode.
Ugh. I need to figure out how to become emotionally stable again. Hmm.. I'm on a different asthma medication, too. Guess I'd better make an appointment to see my allergist to go over all of this stuff. The altered state of mind started when I switched.
Have I found it?
New medications can be bad.
Extreme job stress can unhinge me emotionally.
A third person in the house is quite stressful even if I love him dearly.
Not feeling well all summer is a bad thing for my mental well-being.
It's a damn good thing I don't also drink alcohol.
I could turn into my mother if I'm not very, very careful.
My boss figured out our group of four techs, one LAN manager, a help desk Admin and our Boss are supporting nearly 700 people. So since last Friday our LAN manager was dealing with phone system problems and the boss was stuck in meetings, I was supporting nearly 700 people all by myself. When our Senior Tech was there Tuesday through Thursday, the Admin was out so I was covering her job as well as my own plus the missing tech because the Senior Tech has a deadline roll-out of a bunch of computers using Vista 64-bit with AutoCAD MEP and we haven't worked with those before. So still, I was doing most of the support side myself. Our normal less than 30 trouble tickets grew to the 80's by Monday of this week. I was running from urgent task to urgent task all week, ordering stuff we ran out of that couldn't wait for Rose to return, asking everyone if their task could wait until this week and dealing with sales people wanting to talk to the boss and survey people who call and want to know how many computers we have of what type and... Lord only knows what else because I feign ignorance and tell them to call back when the Admin returns.
Yeah. Extreme job stress all week on the week I was off my hormones for the month is not good. All that when I'm on a new medication that makes everything smell and taste like diesel fumes is also not good. Who knows what it was doing to my mind!
I'm not sure how it is that Eric, who has little patience with anyone or anything, can be so gentle and understanding with two wig-outs so close together but he is. I guess it's because in some ways, he understands me better than I understand myself.
When I saw a rack of a new brand of licorice at the grocery store, I dug through the fruit flavored ones and got him some black licorice as an official apology. He said I didn't need to do that but he'd gladly take the licorice. ;)
All three of us are now joking about my episode.
Ugh. I need to figure out how to become emotionally stable again. Hmm.. I'm on a different asthma medication, too. Guess I'd better make an appointment to see my allergist to go over all of this stuff. The altered state of mind started when I switched.
Have I found it?
