10 hours, Tyson?! - it's bad for you! Go wee in a policeman's helmet!
Thanks for the toy links, KSal - some lovely things there! Ooh, it's so exciting!
Nymph, sorry you are feeling offish. Really hope it lifts soon. Just remember what you are getting at the end of it though!
Oh Hermya, poor you re the dress. I bet your minute stretch marks are barely noticeable - you will be being extra conscious of your body, and I also think the angle you look at yourself makes things look worse! You can always use a concealer though, if it would make you feel better. Might the bride allow you a shawl or organza wrap-type thing (not that I think you need it - but just to make you feel better)?
Well, I am back from my first day proper at hell work.
Manager wasn't in, but the micromanager was. Eurgh. She was OTT pleasant to start with, giving me a jolly hello and false smile when she arrived, then an email to say "welcome back, it's really good to have you here." Eurgh again.
The temp was doing the handover to me, spent some time doing that, caught up with the housekeeping on my emails and did the essential day to day work as it came in, and a few work bits that I won't go into for work privacy reasons.
Mid-morning, she requested a meeting for the afternoon. A colleague called me straight after lunch wanting to see how I was, so I popped up to see her. I needed a break from the atmosphere in the department that I was still feeling. I don't know how long I was gone for, but when I got back, micromanager asked for the aforementioned meeting, and started off by asking where I'd been for the last hour and a half! I don't think it was anywhere near an hour, let alone an hour and a half, but anyway - er, back off! I was told yesterday to take a break as and when I needed, and to not let the pressure get to me. Yet here she is, clock-watching, and demanding to know where I'd been. I said I'd needed to speak with someone and clear my head. She asked if it was my union rep and I said I didn't feel I had to answer this, it was my business, I needed a break, I am entitled to one, and she was advised in the meeting with personnel yesterday that I may well have a break and extra rest-breaks due to pregnancy. She said I had to let her know when I was going for a break, at all times!!! WTF! Seriously, WTF! I asked her if that meant I needed to tell her when I was going toilet!!! She then said no, of course not, but if you are going to be away for half an hour, I need to know so I can plan work! I told her I'd cleared all the work that had come in, and that I was on top of things. Isn't this micromanagement??? I also said I didn't know how long I'd been, I didn't think it was an hour, and that I didn't know how long I'd be in the first place anyway, just that I needed to escape the room, and talk to someone.
She dropped it for a bit to talk about work things, all of which she made a big song and dance over again, which to me, having done the job for nine years, was mere basics, I was civil but made it clear this was all straight-forward stuff that didn't need brainstorming - she looked very flustered and incompetent, and really didn't know how to handle anything, so then got back onto the missing hour or whatever it was over earlier!
She wouldn't let it go. Kept saying you need to tell me when you are away from your desk! I told her to drop it, I was stressed enough and she was meant to be giving me some leeway, and understand how things were for me (after her sorry act of yesterday in the group meeting purporting to understand how humiliated I was etc) and that I'd take a break as I needed one. I said I've explained several times now that I didn't think I'd be long, but she KEPT ON! I needed to tell her! I ended up brimming with tears again and then walked out of the meeting saying I just don't need this!
I really cannot believe how clueless she is! I thought she'd be on her best behaviour after what she's put me through, how apologetic she made out she was over the last two days, and how things would change, but clock-watching and pulling me up on it on day one - aargh! I am, livid. Aargh again.
Right, off to Pilates now.