07.30.00
A quiet week?
Jul 30 Sun (07 PM)
No such luck. There’s quite a bit of upheavel at work over the past week. Sales have been really slipping over the past couple of months. I’m not sure if it’s a lack of focus, leadership, or skills in the sales dept. It’s really a combination of all three, in each of our sales people.
My department is great. We’ve been kicking out each of the very small jobs we’ve had in in record time, even with having been short two people, one on vacation and one laid-off. I’ve been writing up tons of documentation and stream-lining our department’s methods and workflow. It’s tight as a drum but… What good is a development department without projects to develop.
It’s all incredibly frustrating, and that’s becoming evident to everyone in the shop. And here at home.
The stress of this whole situation is really starting to wear on me. My cold sores are my first red flags. I’ve had them non-stop for three weeks now. I’ve been going through Sucrets so fast that I’ve had to find new uses for the plastic boxes they come in. So far: containers for misc. screws and bolts, and a container for paperclips. <http://www.korlin.com/folio/09sucre.htm>
My second level stress warning is this unnatural pain that I get on my shoulders, chest and upper arms, where my skin just feels like it’s on fire. The only thing I can do is lay my entire body weight on that side, on the floor and wait for it to disapait. It came on last week on Thursday as I was on my way home. I had just sat through an incredibly tense meeting with the sales staff and management. As I was walking to the car, it hit me like a gun shot and stuck with me all the way home. By the time I had gone the 20 blocks home, I was nearly in tears and seriously nausious. Amy helped me calm down and relax, which was the first thing I needed to do.
Coming home most days, my brain feels like mush and it takes all weekend to get it cleared out. Then it’s back to the grind again on Monday. I only hope that the decisions that they’re finally making at work will come to fruition. I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up.
Hell, I’m not sure how long Amy can keep this up.