Life has been busy. Adulthood is busy. Actually, thinking about my kid’s schedules, childhood is busy too. Alright, back to life than.
LIFE is busy!!! Mine is no exception.
If you’ve been following along, you’ll be very familiar with the rollercoaster that is 2015. If you know me at all, you’ll know that I LOVE rollercoasters. If you know rollercoasters, you know that they end almost as quickly as they begin. THIS rollercoaster is in obvious need of repair. I’ve been travelling at high-speed for a little too long and this lady is getting queasy.
Before you start to panic, please realize that I’m half playing. HALF! One half is actually in need of a break, the other half is thoroughly enjoying the ride. I love my work. I truly do. I’m driven by action, fueled by passion and in total and complete love with my life.
But life is busy and I’m tired.
I started the year with 5 weeks of vacation; 3 from 2015 and 2 carried over from 2014. Getting deployed to Sierra Leone in February meant putting all 5 weeks towards my 8 weeks away. Imagine how badly I needed a vacation when I returned from working at the Ebola Treatment Centre. Imagine how difficult it was knowing that I had absolutely no time left in my vacation bank for the remainder of the year. Imagine coming back to work to over 700 emails, voicemail and a cell phone ringing off the hook with everyone pulling you in every direction. Imagine all of that by mid-April.
There is no way to sugar coat it, it sucked!!!!!
So, I had two options:
1. Pace myself. Do what I could with the little time I had and not be as present as I would like.
2. Go hard! Get done what I needed to get done, be present and satisfy the masses.
Option 1 meant less work and more rest. Option 2 meant more overtime. Overtime meant the possibility of building some lieu time. Lieu time meant the opportunity for a vacation and/or time off during the year. Option 2 won! Hands down!
I’ve been living in option 2 for 7 weeks straight now. I’ve worked many late nights, I’ve worked every weekend since I got back. I’ve banked some lieu time and I have found relief in knowing that my feet will be walking along a beach at some point in 2015. I’m happy with my choice. I NEEDED to make that choice.
But now I’m tired!
Last Friday, I hit a wall. I made another choice, option 3.
3. Unplug. Shut down. Take a break. Breathe.
Friday ended with a shooting. I could have worked all weekend but I literally had nothing left to give. My kids needed me to be present. I needed them to remind me to slow down. Option 3. I shut myself off from work for the entire weekend. I didn’t watch the news. I didn’t check my emails. I didn’t answer my phone. I didn’t check my voicemail.
I hung out with my children. I watched my oldest son play baseball. I spent the entire day watching my youngest son compete in his lacrosse tournament. I laughed. I napped. I wrote. I spent time with friends and family. I fully embraced option 3.
Last night, I went to bed at 9pm. I slept a solid 9 hours. I felt amazing when I woke up this morning at 6am. I got up, got ready and went to the gym. I did a one hour spin class, took a shower, got dressed, bought coffee, ate my overnight oats and I was at my desk by 8:30am. I was recharged and fully ready for Monday!
My morning started off with a meeting.
Meetings are the number one productivity killer for me. Seriously. I truly believe that. I’m an action person. I go in, get shit done, and leave. Meetings are not made to suit the needs of us ADHD folk.
I’m also rarely at the office.
My work requires me to be on the road, in my car and in the community all the time. When I’m at the office, I usually have an obscene amount of paperwork to do, petty cash to turn in, catch up conversations to have with my team and other members of my division. Everyone always has something to say to me. Getting my work done at the office means I spend most of my time trying to hide from people.
Today, it was meetings and hiding.
In the middle of a second meeting, I got the alert that there was a homicide. 2pm. Daylight murder. My phone started ringing immediately. Shit!!!!
When an incident happens, the work starts immediately. It’s non-stop action for the next few hours as you try to get all the information you can. This is easy in my car. This is easy in the community. In the office, when you can’t hide, people come at you from everywhere. “What happened?…I just heard?…It’s so sad?…Do you know anything yet?…Was it someone who lives in the area?…Were there any arrests?….Do they have any suspects?…Was it connected to anything else?….”
SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LET ME DO MY JOB!!!!
That’s what I want to say. I usually just answer briefly and try to walk away. It’s a huge pet peeve of mine but I understand that people are curious and for the most part, genuinely concerned. I know this. So, I try not to be rude, despite my annoyance.
Today, after 4 hours of emails and phone calls, I wanted to go home. I hadn’t had a chance to use the washroom and my head was really starting to hurt. I had an hour commute ahead of me and I just wanted to leave. As I got up to go to the washroom, someone I worked with decided it would be a good time to discuss a situation that she experienced that really upset her. I listened to her for about 10 minutes before her phone rang and she had to go. After about an hour of holding in my pee, I finally got to go to the washroom in peace. I said goodbye and wished her a good evening.
I go into the stall and sit on the toilet. Yes, I SIT on the toilet. Sorry germophobes, at this point, I’m way too exhausted from the activity of the day to hold a squat. I take a breath, ahhhhhhh….peace!
I’m in the middle of my pee when the door swings open. Sure enough, she storms into the washroom to finish telling me the rest of her story.
I’m sitting there and all I can think is, “Is this actually really fucking happening? What has happened in my life that I can’t even pee in peace at work?”
THIS rollercoaster is in obvious need of repair. I’ve been travelling at high-speed for a little too long and this lady is getting queasy.