A Tinny Sound

The screeching sound from my wheel just about describes my personality at the moment. Shrill, annoying and there whenever I turn around. When my boundaries are pushed, so am I. Just like when my brake pads wear down, they scream out in agony. Ok... maybe it's just the indicator letting me know they've got to be changed.

Seriously, let's talk about boundaries. We all have them. For some of us, they're just a matter of taste. For others, it's a matter of keeping oneself healthy. Usually, it's about keeping oneself healthy. In all different ways, in relation to all sorts of things.

For me, in the dating world... texting me on a Tuesday night at 11:30 to see if you can just stop by isn't ok. It's too late. I'm usually already asleep by then on a work night. Especially if I have to be in work by 7:30. But, if you never contact me except when it's absolutely convenient for you... you don't know that. You don't get it because you don't bother to try. If you can't contact me during normal hours like everyone else in my life... why should I even bother to talk to you?

For me, at work... I have a doctor's note saying I should be out of work by 7:00. I don't mind that my supervisor asked if I could stretch that to 7:30. This, I agreed to. I also agreed to stay late once in a while, when it was absolutely necessary as well as for weekend shifts. My supervisor, however, has chosen to ignore my doctor's note and schedule me until 10PM for the last few weeks of August. I do understand that we are short-handed but I also understand what I need. What am I supposed to do? I don't want to be a problem person but I can't take this. If I don't get home until 10:30, I don't get to bed until at least midnight, if not later, depending on when my meds kick in. Yes, I like to go out during the week sometimes but I am more concerned about the nights that I need to rest at home, get some exercise in, take care of things plus get the sleep I need. Oh. And to see biff. At this point, we barely even communicate anymore. Thank you, Mr. Supervisor for not helping me out and allowing me to live the way I have expressed over and over again that I need to. Is it appropriate for my supervisor to make my plans for me? That I should have to walk in the door, take my medication and get right into bed? My job should not dictate what I do once I'm out of the office. I should be allowed some wind-down time. Everyone deserves some wind-down time when they get done for the day.

Today's blog is nothing but a bitchfest, I realize. Thank you for reading, hopefully my mood will perk back up tomorrow. Or, at least, in September.