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some_stars) wrote2011-08-23 02:37 pm
some_stars) wrote2011-08-23 02:37 pm
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Job today both better and worse so far. Mostly worse tbh. Mystery cramps are a significant factor in this. I keep feeling like I'm going to pass out. Currently on lunch at long last, sitting by the ice rink at the mall across the street. Fifteen more minutes until I have to head back. Really really cannot wait for this week to be over.
update: okay, better now. mostly because I'm home; manager asked around 3:45 for volunteers to leave so I went. I really shouldn't have because I was actually feeling relatively okay by that point, and in the middle of a big organizational thing that said manager had been looking at with extreme doubt--look, it's not my fault that it looked neater before I got there, because those tidy little piles weren't actually in any kind of order or sorted at all, and also I had to add another three boxes of costumes and basically, I don't know how the fuck she expects this stuff to get into order without someone first moving them around. But: whatever. It went fine, I'm just worried I'm going to get in there tomorrow and someone will have undone everything.
Also I was actually enjoying it, once I got stuff sorted to the point where there was room for me to sit and stop lugging shit back and forth. I really, really, really like putting things in categories. Really a lot. But I was so traumatized from the morning that I grabbed at the chance to leave. It's remarkably distressing to be in a huge amount of pain (and then I started getting even more dizzy from hunger, that was fun) and have absolutely no control over when I can stop doing the shit that's making it worse. I was telling my mom about it when I got home, and I started crying and having a (very mild) delayed anxiety attack.
ANYWAY--I got home at 4, now I feel better. It helped that the cramps stopped around when I first made this post. Constant waves of nausea-and-vertigo-inducing pain at two to five minute intervals are even less pleasant than they sound.
update: okay, better now. mostly because I'm home; manager asked around 3:45 for volunteers to leave so I went. I really shouldn't have because I was actually feeling relatively okay by that point, and in the middle of a big organizational thing that said manager had been looking at with extreme doubt--look, it's not my fault that it looked neater before I got there, because those tidy little piles weren't actually in any kind of order or sorted at all, and also I had to add another three boxes of costumes and basically, I don't know how the fuck she expects this stuff to get into order without someone first moving them around. But: whatever. It went fine, I'm just worried I'm going to get in there tomorrow and someone will have undone everything.
Also I was actually enjoying it, once I got stuff sorted to the point where there was room for me to sit and stop lugging shit back and forth. I really, really, really like putting things in categories. Really a lot. But I was so traumatized from the morning that I grabbed at the chance to leave. It's remarkably distressing to be in a huge amount of pain (and then I started getting even more dizzy from hunger, that was fun) and have absolutely no control over when I can stop doing the shit that's making it worse. I was telling my mom about it when I got home, and I started crying and having a (very mild) delayed anxiety attack.
ANYWAY--I got home at 4, now I feel better. It helped that the cramps stopped around when I first made this post. Constant waves of nausea-and-vertigo-inducing pain at two to five minute intervals are even less pleasant than they sound.