Rough week in Stuff

Last week was a tough bloody work week, ergh, so glad it was over. The 2IC came back from two weeks off, even though he had a month off when Covid all went down, and he went home on his first day back, stating he had to go get another Covid test. Meanwhile, I feel like I’m burning out as I haven’t had a break since February last year, like a few weeks before the world went to shit. I nearly lost it from stress last week, wanting to storm out of the store. The final straw was when I was filling a shelf (as I do) and a customer was walking RIGHT BEHIND ME and I accidentally hit her as my arm went back, and her boyfriend had a go at me, “Watch what you’re doing, mate.” Umm, YOU can see where I AM. I don’t have eyes in the back of my fucking head! Ergh, I was so pissed off, I went to the next aisle and exclaimed a muffled but probably-too-loud, “FUCK!”
Then I worried if someone had overheard me. Like FFS.
Plus the state managers were in on Saturday, so everyone was on edge, as usual. Even though they said we were “doing a good job”. I had to laugh when I heard that. Clearly they didn’t take a look at the rostering and see me running around with my head chopped off.
And work asking me to do all these extra shifts has been driving me insane, because the manager’s rostering is fucked. On Sunday, nightfill had left me with 10 pallets to do by myself.
I had been warned about it from the nightfill manager the night before when I was working, but he said they’d be people coming in to help me fill it. Umm, as if I didn’t have enough shit to do. And of course 11am rolls around with still no sign of help in sight.
When the 2IC came up to me on Monday (also an extra shift) and was like, “I’ve got bad news”, I was like, “I don’t want to hear it!” Then he told me he was going home and I was like, “I’m not staying back.” I was already there on my day off. Anyway, there was actually another staff member working that day so I told him to make sure he gets paid as a supervisor, as I wasn’t staying back. I was completely over it. But, having to pay off this damn sofa has been a bit of a priority I guess. I’ve got a lot of leave that I’d normally use on an overseas trip, but obviously that hasn’t been happening, so I’m half-considering just taking some stress-leave to recoup. The good thing is I live in a massive country and it’s all open, for now at least.

Speaking of the sofa, I still absolutely love it. I’m not sure what the housemate thinks, but I don’t cre. He’s got his kitchen table and outdoor setting (I’d love to have something of my own out there too, as I absolutely love sitting on the balcony, but that will have to wait). In fact, I’m loving the sofa so much that I’m hardly leaving the apartment, but granted I guess that has been due to my soreness from working too much (what else could it be?)

Plus I’ve been sore. If it wasn’t a sore wrist, it was then a sore left arm and then a knot in my back the next day, enough to have made me not go to the gym in a week now. It’s amazing how fast the time goes. I was going every day before and now I just haven’t been, which has also been playing havoc with my mental health, but I didn’t want to risk hurting myself further.

Watching the Mardi Gras on TV at the Sydney Cricket Ground was kinda cool. I’m worried they may keep it there now, because it worked so well and would have been much less of a clean-up for the organizers than Oxford Street and Flinders Street usually is, but that’s not what Mardi Gras is all about. Making it a ticketed event means they are Covid complient.
Apparently we were one of the only places in the world where this could go ahead. Rita Ora was in tears, saying it’s the first time she’s been able to perform in a really long time. Normally I’d have been there, but this seemed like a year to give it a miss.
I don’t really have FOMO. It looked cool enough on TV, which I would have watched if I was there in person anyway. And it was cool seeing the gays I follow of Instagram in all their outfits/costumes as usual. Sydney-crush Luke was in one of the floats, although I didn’t know that when I watched on TV. Hard to tell who’s who in their make-up and glitter. I looked for Peeta on the dragonboat float, and I was surprised to see Koala had a float for the first time. That’s my sofa brand!

In sadder news, apparently a doctor booked my grandma in for radiation treatment, against her previous wishes, and when she found out, she told one of her daughters to cancel it. She’s also trying to be booked in respite care, but mum reckons once that happens, she’ll only live for about another month. I don’t understand that. Is that because they decide to give up once that happens? Is it a business transaction and they try to move them on quickly? Why is it a month when she goes into respite, but however-much-longer if she stays in her home? Anyway, she’s staying in her home for as long as possible. She’s getting a food-care plan done for her. Another Aunt is spending every second weekend with her. And my parents live up the road from her. My dad has always seen her every day.
I’ll be out there for Easter. If she makes it until then, I guess I can say my final goodbyes. If he doesn’t, I guess the funeral will be sooner. As bleak as that sounds, I just have to remind myself that every single person on the planet has to die at some point in time, and she’s been talking about dying for years now. I’m glad she’s refusing treatment, as much as it’s upsetting her children. Mum sent a photo and Ma was in it and she was smiling. That was nice to see.