First blow is that Second-in-Charge has been signed off work again, just two months after he was last off from stress and anxiety.
Part of me is very pleased that the doctors are finally sitting up and taking notice, as last time round their attitude was: “Have some pills and go away.” The other part questions how long it will take. If, at the end of ithis, they recommend he leaves the stressful job he currently holds, it would be a gigantic blow to us as no-one knows more, or can achieve more, than him. However, deep breath – it undoubtedly needs sorting.
My son came round for dinner last night. His euphoria of being back at home after his travelling stint has worn off. He’s at that age where the weekends are already double-booked, even without visits to boring old Mum, then he’ll be heading off again for a long (and indefinite) period in Oz where he hopes to make a career from his diving qualifications.
Will at least get a week of his company at work, as he has promised to help train the new recruits in the sales office. The rest of the week will be spent trying to sort out the under-performing staff on the shop floor. Am not going to kill myself just for the love of it anymore – it has to make money to be worth doing.