The week that was…
So, I can’t say that the week that just finished up was a good one. Not ‘someone near and dear to you dying’ bad or ‘the house burned down’ bad, but not good. Got my ass kicked but good at work, which was not pleasant and haunts me a little. I wonder if the ramifications of it are completely known to me yet, and I wonder if I can make it all good. It’s something I need to do, but I wonder if I handled it well, and if I have the resources to fix the situation.
Like anyone in a breadwinner role, I stress about making sure money comes in, so it’s a big deal. I can’t even say that my employer is wrong – I deserve most of what’s happening – but that doesn’t make it any better. On that note, actually, I should repeat here that no emails of any kind should be sent to my work email address (ends in wa.gov.au) and no packages should be sent to the c/WorkSafe street address. I also can’t receive phone calls or faxes, and I can’t receive email submissions of manuscripts that are too long to read on screen.
On top of the work situation, I’ve just received 570pp of proofreading from the Science Fiction Book Club, been told that I need to provide the IRS with additional paperwork, and realised that I need to get paperwork to the ATO by month’s end. Sweet. I don’t know if I’d mind all of this so much if a) I could get a little distance from the work thing and just relax and b) if the amount of afterhours work was just balancing a little. I’m also feeling very guilty about the amount of reading I’ve not done yet for the 2004 year’s bests. I have a pile of anthologies and magazines to read, and that I need to read, but I just haven’t gotten to them yet. Instead, I get stressed, worried and watch stupid TV to try to avoid the situation. I need to take control of the situation, but I just haven’t been able to get myself to do so. Soon, maybe.