I wish this week was better, but life has a funny way of playing serious tricks on me. Earlier on in the week, I was called up to the manager’s office in work and was told how my probationary period would be extended by four weeks. I nearly died despite being with this particular workplace three years previous before taking a year’s hiatus at the start of January 2022.
My work performance remains perfect, but my absences were the cause of this terrible extension. It’s difficult to take in the information when you’ve been told how disappointing you are in terms of sick days, but these particular sick days were genuine; two days to recover from a month-long viral infection, one day to recover from an injury and two days where my mental health had me in chains with crippling anxiety.
However, the lighter side brings some good news. The good news is what I live for because for every bad day a good day follows along behind it. My youngest hamster, Peanut, is becoming more chill in my palm despite the odd frustrated nibble when he’s done with attention, but his older brother, Pipsqueak, lives for my cuddles. He’s a real Mammy’s boy; I’m proud of that. My novel is nearing the 20,000-word mark and even though my job has knocked my confidence down, seeing my novel come together so nicely is boosting it up bit by bit. Think of the novel, Rach, think of the novel and how this could launch your writing career. Happy thoughts.
Lastly, it was an amazing feeling to see a generous number of new faces in SIN’s meeting last Monday. I remember looking over at Valerie, the editor and giving her a thumbs up to express excitement over new faces and articles being taken up. It really is a good feeling. If anyone needs me then you’ll find me by my post-box awaiting the load of parcels I impulse bought recently. What? It’s retail therapy and a girl has to treat herself when she’s feeling down. Okay, enough of my sad life, lets move on to the other articles that I’ve due.
