Update and stuff

Yes, I know I haven't blogged for ages.  February was PANTS.  Bigger pants than normal.


Gran died at the start of the month. 
I had a birthday.  Which was mostly fab, thanks to beautiful flowers and jewellery from TBO.  But it still put me into my mid-30s.
TBO hid in his cave without telling me and I thought he was dead.  Or I was dumped.  I was wrong on both points.
Work was ...well, work.
And I kept falling over.


March has been marginally better.


Gran was buried (yes, it was 4 weeks, 1 day later).  The funeral was absolutely lovely; and the wake too.  It was nice to see so many people there that I haven't seen for ages.  And so many lovely bright colours - gran never wanted anyone in black.


TBO has still not worked out what he's doing next year.  But he's been lovely over gran and everything.


Work-wise.  Well, what do I say.  I'm still there.  Hanging on by the skin of my teeth, but I'm still there.


Occ Health recommended me think that I stop working.  Work absolutely did not want that because, despite me being so fucked and therefore hardly doing anything (by my standards) I am still more productive than most people there.  Plus, I'm working on a project that I REALLY like.


But I can't do a lot of my job any more.  Pretty much all I can do is sit and type, or use my brain for the project.  I told work this at the start of the year.  Their response? 


With pacing (which they explained wrongly) and task rotation (which they didn't understand) I should be able to do my entire job. 


I just couldn't believe it.  I've been telling them for ages that I'm having issues.  They haven't been hearing. 


Until I emailed the Facilities Manager about falling in the office (and whether all of them should go in the accident book or just ones where I injure myself).  That seemed to put a rocket up their arses.


And now I have a fit note for "sitting down jobs only". 


And that is what has happened since I last posted.