Thursday, January 24, 2008
Its meant to NOT be a surprise that the closer I get to my unemployed-back-to-student status, work keeps mounting.
In between thinking and jotting down every available handover detail that I happen to passingly remember - on scrap pieces of paper to then remember in the drafting the final report, I suddenly have many other paperwork and phonecalls to incessantly worry about.
I worry too much these days.
I worry about the handover. How the new replacement will absorb it in. I need her to NOT be a slow-learner, please God.
I worry about the handover notes. About covering EVERY single detail of work, even those not so important bits... like crew/officer birthdays???
I worry about having every paper and file in their place for the handover, and these days before I end work I need to have all in check and in their proper files, which is a-n-a-l.
I worry about correspondences. About handing over emails and making her understand who is what and what is where.
I worry about QB - how I need to start her on a fresh new slate so she won't make herself confused further down the line and have me on the phone everyday explaining it - or worse, have her asking Capt H to explain stuff - he has school to keep himself busy enough!!!
I worry about dates. How school starts as soon as I intend to be home. How I do NOT have any time to breathe.
I worry about packing my stuff - the last bits of it, thankfully.
I worry about leaving behind this place thats been home for more than 3 years, about taking down these pictures of us all from these walls, about my reminder notes on the pinboard, and that 'be happy' smiley drawing that Richie kindly gave me on one of my not-so-good days last year, about how life will be away from work, away from this cubicle that has been MY space for these years.
Everything.
I worry about everything these days, and its getting quite stressful, I tell you.
Or is it just because Ms. P has made her not-so-friendly appearance again, making my tummy do them tumbles and rumbles the whole of yesterday night and today????
and I thought leaving work and going home was meant to be a relaxing change???
BAH!!!!
6 weeks to go, another worry - time!!!!