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Figured it out
Apr. 26th, 2022 02:53 pmThis is why folks need occupational therapists.
I'm sitting in my cubicle at work, seven feet in each direction from two loud conversations and 14' from a third. One of those conversations is the most recent in a string of several loud, angry conversations about who's running health and wellness and the social committee and accountability for updating the OSHA manual; one is about First Nations stuff which is super interesting; the last is also a string in a series of loud friendly conversations about fishing, mapmaking, birthday parties, and a sauna.
I've been here, with a break for lunch, for six hours. When I came in I was reasonably energetic and in an ok mood; now the endless loud heating fan is hurting my ears and my brain is flinching each time someone raises their voice. I am not able to work, I am not able to think. If I was in private I would cry for a bit and it might reset how overwhelming this is for my consciousness, but I am not and I cannot. I would cry in public because fuck these people, but I can't give them that level of vulnerability.
With the return to office they want everyone in the office on the same days, so we're all doing team things. That means I come in on the day the folks from the other office drive up, everyone talks, nothing gets done. My other day this week there will be fewer folks in the office and maybe I will get things done.
I did manage to print out a 3'x6' map of what I'm doing this summer, so that was nice.
I'm sitting in my cubicle at work, seven feet in each direction from two loud conversations and 14' from a third. One of those conversations is the most recent in a string of several loud, angry conversations about who's running health and wellness and the social committee and accountability for updating the OSHA manual; one is about First Nations stuff which is super interesting; the last is also a string in a series of loud friendly conversations about fishing, mapmaking, birthday parties, and a sauna.
I've been here, with a break for lunch, for six hours. When I came in I was reasonably energetic and in an ok mood; now the endless loud heating fan is hurting my ears and my brain is flinching each time someone raises their voice. I am not able to work, I am not able to think. If I was in private I would cry for a bit and it might reset how overwhelming this is for my consciousness, but I am not and I cannot. I would cry in public because fuck these people, but I can't give them that level of vulnerability.
With the return to office they want everyone in the office on the same days, so we're all doing team things. That means I come in on the day the folks from the other office drive up, everyone talks, nothing gets done. My other day this week there will be fewer folks in the office and maybe I will get things done.
I did manage to print out a 3'x6' map of what I'm doing this summer, so that was nice.
