Working, and playing god
Jun. 4th, 2012 08:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lighterthanairIt smells like someone is cooking something delicious in another apartment. The smell makes me hungry, but I'm too nervous about tomorrow to really want to eat anything right now.
Tomorrow, I go back to work. I've gotten the last form signed that they need signing, a note from my psychiatrist saying that yes, I really do have appointments on Monday mornings, and there's nothing that can keep me away from work anymore.
I'm nervous about going back because now I've been gone longer than I was there to start with. And where initial training was 14 weeks, they expect me to cram that into 4 weeks of refresher training, 2 of those weeks being ones in which I take calls. So roughly 8 weeks of classroom material must be relearned in 2 weeks. So far management is the only one who's confident that I can do that. I have real doubts about it.
Also, I have to go in there tomorrow and stand up for myself. Their return-to-work action plan essentially has things worded so that if people around me notice that I'm nervous, and it makes them nervous, I can be sent home without pay. It's unlikely, but it's possible. Among other things. I showed their list of rules and requirements to my psychiatrist today and even he thought that what they were demanding was ridiculous. And he's right; I have to go in there and tell them so (in stronger words than I did last time) and negotiate a fair deal. What they're doing to me now amounts to discrimination based on an assumed disability, and that goes against the guidelines in the Human Rights Act for this province.
Convincing them of that is going to be the challenge.
So I'm trying to spend the rest of the evening thinking about things that have nothing to do with work.
I finished The Kingdom of Gods earlier this afternoon, and was blown away by the ending. I'm going to have to really work at a review of it. Some things just transcend words, or at least my ability to use them.
Strange, though, that I can find precious little slash fiction for that fandom. Honestly, there are plenty of opportunities for it. Most of them canon! Of course, if many fanfic writers are anything like me, trying to write anything for such a well-done universe would be a daunting task.
I decided to follow that book up with something lighter, and started on Insurgent, even though I really ought to be reading one of my review copies. I just really wanted to read this one. Hopefully I can get through it quickly. It starts in pretty much immediately after the last book ended, and in such a way that it feels like just a new chapter in the same book. Good if you've just finished reading Divergent, less good if you haven't. But hopefully the rest of the story will pull me in enough to make me forget the awkward opening.
Nick seems to be feeling better today, which is nice. I had the awkward task of giving him his evening antibiotic pill, which he wasn't happy about, but it could have been worse. Later he'll get his tolfedine to help with the fever and inflammation. He seems to be enjoying the strained squash mixed with his wet food more and more each time he eats it, so hopefully that will help with his bowel problem, too. I've got my fingers crossed for him making a proper recovery this time.
My arthritic finger is throbbing right now, so this might be a good time to stop typing and go give it some rest before the dark clouds break open and the rain starts to fall. There's still time to read some more before bed, too.
Tomorrow, I go back to work. I've gotten the last form signed that they need signing, a note from my psychiatrist saying that yes, I really do have appointments on Monday mornings, and there's nothing that can keep me away from work anymore.
I'm nervous about going back because now I've been gone longer than I was there to start with. And where initial training was 14 weeks, they expect me to cram that into 4 weeks of refresher training, 2 of those weeks being ones in which I take calls. So roughly 8 weeks of classroom material must be relearned in 2 weeks. So far management is the only one who's confident that I can do that. I have real doubts about it.
Also, I have to go in there tomorrow and stand up for myself. Their return-to-work action plan essentially has things worded so that if people around me notice that I'm nervous, and it makes them nervous, I can be sent home without pay. It's unlikely, but it's possible. Among other things. I showed their list of rules and requirements to my psychiatrist today and even he thought that what they were demanding was ridiculous. And he's right; I have to go in there and tell them so (in stronger words than I did last time) and negotiate a fair deal. What they're doing to me now amounts to discrimination based on an assumed disability, and that goes against the guidelines in the Human Rights Act for this province.
Convincing them of that is going to be the challenge.
So I'm trying to spend the rest of the evening thinking about things that have nothing to do with work.
I finished The Kingdom of Gods earlier this afternoon, and was blown away by the ending. I'm going to have to really work at a review of it. Some things just transcend words, or at least my ability to use them.
Strange, though, that I can find precious little slash fiction for that fandom. Honestly, there are plenty of opportunities for it. Most of them canon! Of course, if many fanfic writers are anything like me, trying to write anything for such a well-done universe would be a daunting task.
I decided to follow that book up with something lighter, and started on Insurgent, even though I really ought to be reading one of my review copies. I just really wanted to read this one. Hopefully I can get through it quickly. It starts in pretty much immediately after the last book ended, and in such a way that it feels like just a new chapter in the same book. Good if you've just finished reading Divergent, less good if you haven't. But hopefully the rest of the story will pull me in enough to make me forget the awkward opening.
Nick seems to be feeling better today, which is nice. I had the awkward task of giving him his evening antibiotic pill, which he wasn't happy about, but it could have been worse. Later he'll get his tolfedine to help with the fever and inflammation. He seems to be enjoying the strained squash mixed with his wet food more and more each time he eats it, so hopefully that will help with his bowel problem, too. I've got my fingers crossed for him making a proper recovery this time.
My arthritic finger is throbbing right now, so this might be a good time to stop typing and go give it some rest before the dark clouds break open and the rain starts to fall. There's still time to read some more before bed, too.
