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I slept really poorly last night. One of the cats (probably Franklin) was sick last night and after that woke me up, it took me an hour to get back to sleep. I wasn't even thinking of anything at all. My mind these days is pretty scattered. Some might even mistake it for flakiness. I guess I just have way too much going on right now.
We still have to call EI and tell them what happened. Which means that we're both cut off. I was mistaken when I thought that I had a few weeks before having to go back to work. Turns out, I was dead wrong...that was a pretty nasty shock.
After the funeral stuff is done, we have to find new jobs and do some serious looking for a new place. Any one of these things would be plenty on either of our plates, but all three right on top of each other for both of us is a bit much.
I don't even know if I'll be able to face the working world again. I dunno. Maybe I should. But I know that I don't want to work in anything remotely resembling the service industry. Customer Service is no longer part of my job hunting vocabulary.
We still have to call EI and tell them what happened. Which means that we're both cut off. I was mistaken when I thought that I had a few weeks before having to go back to work. Turns out, I was dead wrong...that was a pretty nasty shock.
After the funeral stuff is done, we have to find new jobs and do some serious looking for a new place. Any one of these things would be plenty on either of our plates, but all three right on top of each other for both of us is a bit much.
I don't even know if I'll be able to face the working world again. I dunno. Maybe I should. But I know that I don't want to work in anything remotely resembling the service industry. Customer Service is no longer part of my job hunting vocabulary.
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Date: 2005-07-31 12:48 pm (UTC)When my father died I found the only way I could cope was to keep myself as busy as possible. If this is the same for you, you might want to sit down at some point and make a list of must haves, would like to haves, and not on your lifes of potential jobs. What do you really want? What do you never want to have to deal with again? What's nice but not crucial. This may help you to focus the job search a little.
As for EI, no need to worry about that for a few days at least.
*hugs*
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Date: 2005-07-31 06:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-31 07:27 pm (UTC)I'm not surprised that all this stuff together feels a bit much - grief by itself is almost too much to cope with. Something I saw on a e-card once, which I've always thought is quite poignant, is that when your spouse dies, you're called a widow pr widower. If your parents die, you're called an orphan. But if your child dies, there is no word in modern English, because it's "not supposed" to happen.
Grief is not the same as flakiness. Remember that when you're grieving, your brain is behaving in much the same way as when you're clinically depressed, except that there's actually a reason. Nonetheless, you feel bad and find it difficult to think straight, and will find it difficult to do things. Anyone who doesn't understand this needs a kick up the backside.
Try to look after each other, and ask your friends - or internet strangers - if there is something they can do to help.
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Date: 2005-08-01 10:57 pm (UTC)Perhaps you can get something clerical, data entry, or research assistant, where you have work to keep you busy, but limited people interaction.
I don't think anyone will mistake your scattered mind for flakiness.