I quit!

I wish. I am starting to really like this working at home thing. Like I mentioned the last time, my stress level is significantly lower when I work at home. My bipolar issues, which are, more often than I would like, triggered by work, are all but gone. I feel like a different person. I feel happier. The office was making me miserable and I didn't even really realize just how miserable until being forced to work at home because of foot surgery.

I wish that I could continue to work at home indefinitely but there is no way I am going to be able to. There is no way they will let me. I feel like calling up HR and just saying look, I am not coming back to the office. Except that's basically like quitting my job which I can't really do. Don't get me wrong, I am grateful to have a job and all that, it's just that my job is making me unhappy and it has been for a while. I like the actual work okay, I just don't like the office environment, the stress, or what it does to me.

The only way they will let me telecommute permanently is if I move away from Chicago. So, I am going to move.

I just don't know where to yet.

Post Op

I had intended to post after having surgery, and to post more regularly, however, obviously that hasn't happened. Things are going okay as far as my foot surgery goes. The doctor said it went well and my toe is now lined up perfectly. So far though, it still hurts. I have some days where it feels perfectly fine, and other days, like today, where it just aches. I have to think this is temporary. I hope. It's only been a week and a half. I am working from home because my doctor told me I could walk on it but to limit my walking and keep it elevated and iced. I can't very well do that from the office. Plus, it's my right foot so I can't drive and would have to take a cab back and forth to work. I kind of don't want to spend the money on that, or put my foot through walking to get a cab etc. It is going to be another few weeks, before I can wear sneakers, so I am going to work at home until then.

Working at home is going ok. I admit, the first week felt like a vacation. I worked while sitting on the couch watching tv. Needless to say, I billed hardly any hours. But I was able to keep my foot elevated so I think that was good. This week feels more like a normal work week. I am working at my desk in the extra bedroom with the tv off. Right now I am actually on the most boring conference call. Anyway, it's kind of amazing how less stressful everything is working at home. The deadlines don't get me all worked up. The partner isn't after me at the last minute for stuff. The cat is laying right on top of my arm as I am trying to type though.



I'll post more often. Promise.

Ouch!

I know, I haven't posted in a really long time. Nothing going on I guess. Work is busy and I've been trying to have some balance around that while still getting things done. I think I did a good job of it in August. I billed close to 200 hours but didn't feel like I was killing myself working all the time. I did it by working a few hours every weekend - which isn't my favorite thing to do, but I have sort of had to in order to keep up while my colleague is on maternity leave.

On another note, I am having surgery on my right foot on Friday, which I am not looking forward to and am completely obsessed with and making myself miserable over. It sucks on so many levels including the fact that I won't be able to drive for 4 weeks. I guess on the up side though, I'll be working from home for as long as it takes to heal. Well, actually I will probably take advantage of it and work from home for a little longer than is necessary. It hurts when I walk and sometimes when I'm not walking and I just can't take the pain anymore so I have to get it fixed.

My very good friend Nina is coming to stay with me for a few days after the surgery. Which I am beyond grateful for. More than anything, I just don't want to be alone afterwards. I just want someone to be here with me. I could probably take care of myself, if I had to. I mean I'm completely self-sufficient and totally independent otherwise, but for some reason I just really want someone to be here with me and if it could be anyone, I would want it to be her. Of course I would never have asked for her help. She sort of offered by just getting a plane ticket because she is awesome like that.