Well, I seem to have been out of service for a while for no apparent reason.
More than a month, in fact. So... sorry
, just been a bit slack, and out-blogged by my lovely wif
ever since. Hopefully this will change, but we'll see...
Mitigating circumstances? Mebbe. I can only say in my defence, m'lud, that I've been absolutely knackered for a few weeks now. And I've realised two things:
Firstly, my current job is faaaaar
more instense and busy than my last one. Not that I didn't work hard in Cavendish, no no no... but there were at least occasional
lulls where you could catch your breath. Not so in this job. It's soooooo intense and [as we say here - yes, "we"
] full-on, emotionally, mentally and physically draining.
So much so, that at the end of an early shift, when the adrenaline that I've been working on finally wears off, I go into a sort of serotonin
rush, if a "rush" is what you can call it - more like a kind of like near-narcoleptic
state, in fact. I just stand at the bus stop, desperately trying to stave off the waves of sleepiness, propping up my eyelids with those metaphorical matches I keep in my wallet for just such an occasion. Weirdly, though, by the end of a late shift, when such a stuporific state would come in handy, I'm wired as a speed-freak. Bugger.
When I first started, lots of colleagues commented on a regular basis that "it's not usually this busy, you know..."
And you know what, I think
they actually believed that. But as the weeks turned into months, I [and they
] realised that they were harking back to some way-distant halcyon days of yore, when things were indeed calmer and life was more chilled all round. Or maybe it was just false memory syndrome
. No mention of aliens and anal probes
as yet, I'm happy to report.
So, by the time I came to post something on the blog [or reply to the myriad
of emails rapidly accumulating in my inbox - sorry, sorry sorry to you all!], I'd either be a pile of mush lying on the floor in our loungeroom, or trying to come down
and get a good night's sleep.
The other thing I've realised is, as I mentioned a while back, I soooo need a holiday. We're going away next weekend for 4 days, down the coast to Lorne
. I can't wait. A lovely view in a house
by the sea, surrounded by a pile of books, CDs and my dear wif
. We still haven't sorted out the proper holiday yet though, but we will, we will. I hope.
It may be complicated by the fact that I just had a job interview! Remember, way back when [February
, actually], I went to see the manager of a community clinic and he advised me to get a job on a ward with a view to go into a CPN post in 6 to 12 months? Well, I'm now 4 months in to my job, and I got the heads-up a couple of weeks back that there was a job vacancy [3, in fact] at this self-same clinic, and my current boss said she'd taken a call from the guy, and that she'd support my application if I wanted to go for it...
I'd gone through my normal routine of vacillation
, self-doubt and emotional downers, of course, unable to believe that I could go for it after such a short time in this post / this country. Complicated by the fact that I HATE job interviews with a passion. I get dry mouth, shakes, sweats, and lose the sensation in my legs. And my tongue and hands appear to grow to the size of watermelons. Such was my self-esteemless hell that I set the condition that I'd only go for the job if I got head-hunted. And well, it happened
, so I put in my app, and they saw me today.
It seemed to go OK, but I blanked a couple of times, wittered on more than once, failed to understand the question on a few more occasions. But I know how hard I am on myself, so I need to balance that against my job interview ineptness. Net result = goodness knows if I'll get it, if I did well or appallingly. Watch this space.
Now... on to those emails I've been so remiss with... did I say sorry?