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Zombies, Dreams and Other Bumps in the Road

Posted on by tresswann

Disclaimer:  Life isn’t always about the disease or the condition.  When this journey started, I said I would not be confined or defined.  Well,  I started to let that happen.  I am fighting my way out of it.  I really dislike fighting.  I don’t like conflict.

Fact about me:  I am an avid, voracious and catholic reader.  However,  I don’t really do the supernatural or horror. Mysteries?  Yes.  Literature – smiles.

Disclosure:  My area of concentration at college was the synchretization of African religious beliefs in the colonial world.  I know, I know what was I thinking.  It is seriously interesting to me .  And that means I studied obeah, santeria, macumba, voudon.  But so not into zombies and if you really look at voodoo that’s not what it’s really about.

About conflict:  Work has been in turmoil for awhile.   I discovered earlier this year that my group head does not believe I am qualified to be a trainer!  It’s my job and I have been doing it with this organization for 15 years   11 years ago this month the training department in North America was disbanded as it was considered an expense not an investment and I was let go.  I was hired as a corporate training manager for a major US retail chain.  6 months later, I was asked back to finish some work.  So I did both jobs.  When the retailer went into bankruptcy, they were thrilled and I started working more hours, lots and lots.  Even now I average over 40 (billable) hours a week, have trained literally hundreds of people and created numerous successful programs.  So d’uh?  When I came back simplistically because of the expense thing they couldn’t call me training.  There are also corporate cultural and political issues so I do not identify there as a trainer because I seriously love what I do and yes, it pays well.  Also,  I work in I.T.  And am not technical.  I am the translator.  For those of you of a certain age,  I am the Mikey likes it of the department – if I understand and can do it, anyone can!  She says I told her I wasn’t a trainer.  Uh,  I made a  comment on 2nd day she was here!  In fact, one year they called me BUST – business user services/ testing!  My immediate manager and my former manager are moving to the other side of the business.  I was told that they didn’t know who my supervisor was going to be or where I would be located.  Unsettling.  And you know stress goes right to my legs and it’s not good.

Ok stage has been set.

Sunday night I dreamt that this woman (group head)  was a zombie!  She was on the ground disabled.  I was there and someone had given me a HUGE cartoon-like Chinese cleaver.  In my real life I have problems literally killing flies.  So,  I am holding this cleaver and there are people standing around me telling me I need to cut her head off.  It’s easy, the cleaver is big enough, it will be a clean cut.  I hesitate but they tell me I need to and can.  I visualize a dressed chicken. At the last minute  I smash her face.  There’s blood all over her face, rivers of it.  Then she starts to get up and I wake up screaming.

In the real world, I don’t talk to her or interact with her.  And I don’t do blood.

Cut to next day,  I go in and get a note from my former manager, there is a training job open.  Oh, I am not an employee. I am freaking and bouncing off the walls.  Tell husband to be ready and get me.  I literally stumble in.

For now, all is good.  It may even work out.  And I am walking really well.  I have had some great meetings and interactions.  It will be alright.  I am beginning to feel like me, the old confident, creative me!

But what did that dream mean?  Why did I have it then?

Let’s go to the Videotape!

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I am on video all the time and have been for years.    I interviewed for the job I have now via video with London.  My group was based out of London and we met via video at least once a week.  I am/was photogenic.  We used to joke it was just like newscasters used to say in the old days as long as you were seated it didn’t matter what you had on from your waist down.  I learned I smile too much.  Technology has improved and become cheaper so I videoconference even more -US, Ireland, England.  Every other Friday from my home, I attend a videoconference with NJ, NY, London and Tralee.  I keep a Post It over the camera usually.  The lighting makes me look bad and I am very, very vain.  I do remove it for my manager so I can see her eyes and then she turns hers off.  At my desk, someone just complained they only see my  coffee cup.

For the last year I have been using video to record a presentation.  It allows me to add voice and I cut my seated self out.  I have learned from that, that my practice of combing my hair once a week does not work for me, my hair looks better for work “UP” and contact lenses let me look like me.

Well yesterday I had a shock.  I arranged a taping for a manager.  And even though I work in IT and am not technical, I am the one who understands how to set up the equipment.  Same thing at home. I am the one who can program the remote.  It was a big presentation so I started the recording and moved to back of room.  My first thought today when I retrieved the tape was my weight loss shows.  The tape starts with my back to the camera addressing people.  I normally disfavor pants at work.  I was brought up in a “ladies don’t wear trousers home”.  Think I saw my gran in pants once!  But I had a lovely new pantsuit. I am watching, thinking this works and then I moved to the back of the room.  I have never seen myself walk on film and with a cane to boot.  It was AWFUL.  I looked spastic and like Quasimodo.  And I was walking well for me yesterday. I did over 10,000 steps and made it back to the railroad in half an hour.  It was horrible.   I had no idea I looked like that!  I need to fix this.  I need to work harder.  Last summer I wasn’t using a cane at work.  Then I started using it in Penn at night more as a deterrent for people walking into me.  Now, I walk, no let’s be specific, spazz with it all day at work.  At home I lurch around grabbing walls and making my husband crazy.  Hand marks all over.  This has been so insidious.  I nearly wept when I saw the video but again, a home where you never, ever let people see you cry.

I need to start winning this fight,

Another Blow

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I have had a relatively crappy week.  I didn’t get the job.  That’s alright.  I know things happen for a reason.  I have not gotten many jobs over the years that I wanted and was qualified for and it’s all worked out.  There was one in California where they wanted someone who understood multiculturism.  I am multi- cultural.  The owner’s wife died 4 weeks later and the business closed.  Same with a handbag manufacturer – son died within the year, business closed.  JC Penney moved to Texas.  Two of my most sobering ones, early on I didn’t get a job at Cantor Fitzgerald and in 2000 I didn’t get another job at the WTC.  Recruiters called me for months with that perfect opportunity.  I always get to work early. I would not have made it.  So, I do know.  This job though represented a chance to have a different kind of life.  No  more 4:15 a.m. out the door before 5:30 a.m. Dental insurance!  I have just found out I need several thousand dollars worth of dental work.   A whole change in lifestyle.  I could taste it. Plus,  lately I haven’t been treated well on the job.  Who hasn’t had resignation fantasies?  I wanted my company to regret losing me and understand the full scope of what I do.

On the up side, I feel empowered to keep on looking.  I now have a clearer idea of what I want and need.

Fridays I work from home because of my condition.  Every other Friday I attend a team meeting.  I am not really part of the team but the org chart put me there.  It’s a team of developers.  I work in IT but am not technical.  I bill by the hour so on Fridays, it’s easy money for half an hour to an hour.  Most of the time I do not understand what they are saying.  It’s a foreign language and I have a facility for languages.  What is kinda cool is the team is in NY, NJ, London and Ireland.  I video/conference in from LI and one of the team comes in through PA.  Oh yes. I view the video but block them viewing me most of the time.  When I am in the office,  I tend to turn it off too.  One manager recently asked me, “How come I always see your coffee mug but not you?”  I digress.  This team is primarily male.  There is 1 woman sometimes in NY.  She’s a recent add on.  There are one or two in Ireland.  Think of this as the sniggering little boys club.  They are always talking behind people’s backs and saying snide things.  I get a notice Friday morning  that the meeting has been pushed back 15 minutes.  I enter a minute early and it is very much in progress.  Oh,  you joined.  We made an announcement,  R (my manager and for years my champion, but not lately) is going over to the other side of the business.  We don’t know who you will be reporting to.  The developers will be moving to another building but we don’t think you will be going with them”. I feel like all the wind has been knocked out of me.   I have worked with this woman for 15 years!  She could have told me herself but that would have been human!  I have a friend there who always says “Ah you work with the F’ing computer people”.  I have recently been told not only by this manager but by my other former manager that the head of the department has badmouthed me and doesn’t understand why she should be paying me.   My feeling is that I am about to be let go.  My agent says my contract is meaningless.  They have broken them before with him.  I do reach out to her in the afternoon and she tells me no decision has been made about where I am going; she is open to suggestions.    She has wanted to put me in HR for almost a year.  I have bad, bad history with HR.  They have made changes but for those of you who know me…. I work in organized chaos.  The new HR is OCD, seriously.  And although I have worked corporately forever, they are much too corporate and clique-y for me.

I need to keep my stress levels down.  Stress goes directly into my legs.  This is not helping.  I had started yoga every night but am not sure how much it will help.  Of course, I am going to fight but fighting takes enormous energy.  Yes, of course I have a case.  I have been a consultant there for 11 years after they eliminated my job of 4 years and brought me back to do the same thing without benefits!  I am a woman, over 40, interracial and disabled.  I just want to continue to do what I do.  I enjoy it most of the time. Yes,   I do want to make changes.  I have always had a deep faith in the Universe so I have to look at this in the light that the Universe is reaching out to me.

I am medicating, by that I mean I went out and bought a seriously pretty dress and will pretend that I am not wearing ugly shoes.  I have chocolate, bubble bath and novels.   My husband is prepping the grounds and we have been to three nurseries and bought tons of flowers.  It will be soothing.

I know it’s life but I am so tired of struggling and fighting.