Back to the grind as they say, filling in a contract till June.
It's been interesting.
I am working in Shipping and Logistics.
I have my own office, I didn't realise how wonderful a perk like that could be....until I had my own office.
My window view is a warehouse.
I don't mind it, learning something new each time someone comes in.
I am the youngest person by decades working here and only the third women.
The other day I made one of the warehouse guys blush....I think he thought I called him 'hun' when answering a questions.
I am not the 'hun' type of person....many of the dispatchers I deal with are, but I am not. haha
I had a good chuckle later.
It's often busy, but like I said I work alone, and have an office.
So when I have a minor mental breakdown due to fatigue and hormones....I don't have to run to the rest room to do so.
One more month, and I move on to the next Job.
I like to keep busy when I can.
I'm doing what they call "self-care" these last few months.
Retraining my brain in a way.
Have to ground myself for whats to come.....first aid training and school.
Yesterday, seeing my family, I picked up a charcoal clay mask to try.
Not much going on this week, thank goodness, mentally tired and physically sore.
TENS-ing my shins for next week.
I training for my first marathon......scary....but something I have always wanted to do.
As I've mentioned in past posts, I love and miss running.
Just when I got my lungs caught up, I had to work on my muscles catching up--then down with a lung issue---then back to running, only to be sidetracked by allergies triggering my asthma....and I'm told you need to breath in order to do a run. go figure :D
So inhaler in hand and muscles getting trained again.....I'm prepping for my first marathon.....don't know which one yet....but excited as heck!
The other thing I am working towards....is a trailer for my car. A tiny little trailer, for drives to the Interior in the summer and to bring back fresh fruit and jerky, and maybe finding the time to take camping....how I miss it.
"nothing is permanent in this world, not even our troubles." Chaplin
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