A new week. Yesterday wasn’t terrible. I went up to 38 points because I was up and hungry a couple of times, but it certainly could’ve been worse.
I got on the scale this morning and was surprised at how low the numbers were. Granted, I was wearing sandals and nothing else, and normally I’m clothed. But still.
I do feel tired today, like I could fall back asleep. I up the caffeine significantly on the weekends, and so I think I don’t sleep as well.
I shouldn’t really be drinking caffeinated beverages at all because of my blood pressure, but I usually forget that. And after I had that Depo shot, caffeine was absolutely necessary. And I just haven’t started weaning myself back off of it, yet.
But it’s probably time. It’s been almost a year. That poison must be out of my body by now. It can take up to 10 months to get pregnant after having the shot, so that might be how long it can stay in your system. It’s been 11 months.
I’m still really pretty tired, though. But at this point, I think it must just be my schedule. If I’m up so early, I’m going to wind down early, too. It only makes sense.
I’m also extremely active most of my day. No wonder I’m tired when I get home!
My coworker gets done a week from today. It’s going to be so weird without him.
I have to say I think it’s odd that no one is doing anything. If it were me, I’d have arranged a little work party or ordered out or something.
Maybe they are doing something like that and I just don’t know about it, yet.
I just keep wondering: should I ask if there’s anything? Should I not say anything? I don’t want to make assumptions or step on anyone’s toes.
Maybe they’re all going out drinking and just didn’t think to invite me. Too bad. I can say with complete confidence that I am delightful when drunk.
What, you don’t believe me? That’s alright, neither do I.
I guess, as a supervisor, I didn’t do things for my employees’ last days, now I think about it. Maybe a card and a small gift. We celebrated birthdays, sometimes. One graduation. I usually got my staff little Christmas presents, cards with little personalized notes.
Men mostly don’t do that. Not for other men, at least. Not for their guy friends, I mean. I don’t think so. They’re not so much into sharing their feelings with their bros. I don’t think it’s a bad thing. It just is what it is. Men are from Mars, and so on.
I’m now trying to picture the men I work with at Christmas exchanging scented candles with heartfelt notes and I’m laughing my spray-tanned ass off down here. That is never, ever happening.
Nah. But maybe I should just ask someone what happens generally when coworkers retire. Maybe it’s not as big of a deal as I’m thinking it is. Maybe in this particular work culture, it’s just not really celebrated like I’ve imagined it to be. My production friend would know.
I hope this post is okay? I don’t mean to throw shade on anyone, it’s the last thing I want to do. I’m just genuinely curious about what happens when someone goes.
Have a great morning, and thanks for reading.