You would just know that the week I start feeling the effects of the radiation treatment is the week that a) my boss is on vacation, and b) everything goes completely haywire at work.
Today was arguably the most difficult work day I've experienced in some time. I got in, emailed my boss and uberboss to warn them that I'm starting to experience that fatigue I warned them about... and shortly thereafter, managed to spill my diet Mountain Dew right into the keyboard of my Mac machine.
Since my boss was on vacation, my uberboss said that if I was not feeling well I should take a sick day. Which was all very well and good, except that we had two major projects that were due by EOD today and I'd been banging on the other all week, finding several crunchy bugs in the process. I roped our two temps into banging on the other one today, only to find that they wouldn't be able to finish up in time.
So I had to check again with the uberboss and ask her if she was okay with us rolling over into Monday. Which she wasn't. We agreed on the plan that the temps would get as far as they could today, and I'd finish off whatever they didn't finish up over the weekend.
Which means I have to work this weekend on top of everything else. Joy.
We'll have to see how my energy is holding out. I've been pretty draggy all week, and I'm definitely starting to show the sunburn-like reaction they told me I'd get. I'm hoping that if I get a decent night's sleep and go to the chiropractor as scheduled, I'll actually have enough energy to cope with work stuff tomorrow. I can't give them Sunday too. Especially since there's supposed to be music. I have got to have a chance to rest.
Today was arguably the most difficult work day I've experienced in some time. I got in, emailed my boss and uberboss to warn them that I'm starting to experience that fatigue I warned them about... and shortly thereafter, managed to spill my diet Mountain Dew right into the keyboard of my Mac machine.
Since my boss was on vacation, my uberboss said that if I was not feeling well I should take a sick day. Which was all very well and good, except that we had two major projects that were due by EOD today and I'd been banging on the other all week, finding several crunchy bugs in the process. I roped our two temps into banging on the other one today, only to find that they wouldn't be able to finish up in time.
So I had to check again with the uberboss and ask her if she was okay with us rolling over into Monday. Which she wasn't. We agreed on the plan that the temps would get as far as they could today, and I'd finish off whatever they didn't finish up over the weekend.
Which means I have to work this weekend on top of everything else. Joy.
We'll have to see how my energy is holding out. I've been pretty draggy all week, and I'm definitely starting to show the sunburn-like reaction they told me I'd get. I'm hoping that if I get a decent night's sleep and go to the chiropractor as scheduled, I'll actually have enough energy to cope with work stuff tomorrow. I can't give them Sunday too. Especially since there's supposed to be music. I have got to have a chance to rest.