Enough is Enough...

[hantsbear]

It's when you find yourself bawling your eyes out in a cubicle in the Gents that you start to perhaps realise that everything is not quite sunshine and roses. On a whiteboard behind my desk, there is quite clearly marked my movements over the next two weeks. Added to that, I am usually quite efficient in telling my two subordinates, Sue and Sylv, what I am up to over the next week. We are in the process of taking over the running of another Service Desk, which means we have additional reporting to do. I instructed Sue in how to do this yesterday, with a view to watching her do it this morning, as I was heading off to an offsite meeting at about 9-ish for most of the day. Unfortunately 1) The reason for Sue doing the report was lost on her 2) There was a major system crash that meant all hands to the pump reporting up the line. This meant that the time I had to sit with Sue was being rapidly eaten up, to such an extent that when Allan, the boss, rang up to say that he was ready to go, and I told Sue that I was off, she looked at me in pure horror, saying that I had not said I was going to be out. I advised her to talk to our colleague in Gloucester who we were taking the report over from, and headed off downstairs to Allan. When I got down there, Allan was taking a call from a somewhat distraught Sue saying that she couldn't cope, and she came down to see Allan in tears. Allan advised her to go home sick (she had come in sounding a bit rough, I must admit). Consequence of this was that it was going to be extremely unlikely that she was going to be back in on Friday, when I was due to be taking the day off to meet Russ back from the US. Sylv was not going to be able to cover as she was already committed to taking an elderly relative to hospital.

Since I was sure that I had publicised my absence in advance, I was furious, but could not say anything. Needless to say, it was decided that I was needed to stay back for the day. Of course, it will all be my fault for not communicating properly, but godammit, what do they want me to do? Broadcast my movements over the office tannoy? That, and the slow buildup of crap over the last few weeks just threw me over the edge. After I got back from the Gents, I called my clinic to get an emergency appointment with my doctor. He was,as always quite understanding...

"Well, I'm not sure what you want from me."
"Just talking is a start."

Eventually, he decided it was not worth upping the dose on my meds, and signed me off work for a week. Okay, so it's going to give Allan a headache now, but to be honest, at the moment, I am past caring.

Comments

[fingertrouble.livejournal.com]

I wish I'd had a boss as considerate as you when I was permanent...alas he was gay but a complete unfeeling prick. I think even his bf dumped him because he put work over everything else.

Hope you feel better soon (from someone who nearly fell off the edge 2 years ago and was signed off six weeks for stress, pretty good going for only 30, I feel for you...work is not worth *that* at all)

[rock-bear.livejournal.com]

HUGS

[furr-a-bruin.livejournal.com]

*big hugs*

Hope this all sorts out for you....