Life Goes On
I haven't blogged in weeks. Too busy trying to get through life to actually blog about it, although I find blogging as very therapeutic.
The past few weeks have been hectic. The baby was quite sick throughout Thanksgiving and when we brought her to her pediatrician's office, the doctor did some blood work then told us to bring her to the Emergency Room at the Children's Hospital. The doctors at the Children's Hospital confirmed she has a Urinary Tract Infection. Poor thing has lost weight but, thankfully, with the antibiotics kicking in, she is slowly regaining that wonderful appetite of hers.
At work, it's been a full 6 months since we have had a receptionist. (I no longer count the 1 1/2 weeks Katie "worked" here). I am now the unofficial receptionist - on top of my usual duties - and I am slowly dying inside. I don't know how I can explain it to people who think it's an easy job. Big deal, just pick up the phone and redirect, right? It's not that simple. It also involves hearing complaints and profanity from angry, greedy people every day. I have worked on no less than 500 cases and I have had only 2 clients actually say "Thank you." The rest usually just call me a lying bitch. Needless to say, this daily dose of negativity is wearing me down.
Things were looking up for me, mentally, for a few days. Now, I'm finding myself growing depressed again. So many things on my mind, so many worries, so much sadness and regret. After spilling my guts out to my husband about my feelings, he said I could quit my job and look after our daughter full-time until we move to Canada. He knows how much of my feelings of sadness and regret are tied up with missing so much of her every-day life at a job I am growing to hate intensely. The questions remain: can we survive if I quit? Can I survive if I don't?
The past few weeks have been hectic. The baby was quite sick throughout Thanksgiving and when we brought her to her pediatrician's office, the doctor did some blood work then told us to bring her to the Emergency Room at the Children's Hospital. The doctors at the Children's Hospital confirmed she has a Urinary Tract Infection. Poor thing has lost weight but, thankfully, with the antibiotics kicking in, she is slowly regaining that wonderful appetite of hers.
At work, it's been a full 6 months since we have had a receptionist. (I no longer count the 1 1/2 weeks Katie "worked" here). I am now the unofficial receptionist - on top of my usual duties - and I am slowly dying inside. I don't know how I can explain it to people who think it's an easy job. Big deal, just pick up the phone and redirect, right? It's not that simple. It also involves hearing complaints and profanity from angry, greedy people every day. I have worked on no less than 500 cases and I have had only 2 clients actually say "Thank you." The rest usually just call me a lying bitch. Needless to say, this daily dose of negativity is wearing me down.
Things were looking up for me, mentally, for a few days. Now, I'm finding myself growing depressed again. So many things on my mind, so many worries, so much sadness and regret. After spilling my guts out to my husband about my feelings, he said I could quit my job and look after our daughter full-time until we move to Canada. He knows how much of my feelings of sadness and regret are tied up with missing so much of her every-day life at a job I am growing to hate intensely. The questions remain: can we survive if I quit? Can I survive if I don't?
posted by Margie at 12:38 PM
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