Going back to work after almost 5 months on strike was hard. The tension was thick enough to cut with a chainsaw.
For some reason the company feels we need to be treated like naughty children. Some groups have had many changes implemented effective immediately: all their work hours have been changed, lunches and breaks re-scheduled, water coolers removed, no eating or drinking at desks, zero tolerance, blah, blah, blah, blah…
These changes do not affect my group however it makes everyone uncomfortable and there are many hard feelings.
It took three people to do my job function … even then they could not keep up!
I have a backlog of 5 months work, three projects, and calls up to ying yang wanting me to fix things, which should have been done or should not done by someone in the last five months.
I also had many calls from people saying how grateful they were I was back and how much I was missed.
Work knowledge I knew so well before is now a struggle. I know it will come back, yet it was hard going this week. We all felt like we were doing our jobs for the first time... with no training. Sometime my brain could not remember yet my fingers could.
We got to laugh at all the stupid mistakes made while we were gone... however we need to correct them, as they are customer affecting.
Using your brain for 7.5 hours is more exhausting than walking a picket line for 4 hours a day.
I fell asleep every night on the bus home. I hope I did not snore. My companion animals missed me and would not leave myside when I got home. I was in bed by a least 8:30pm each night.
I bought the River John Swing Needles you see in the photo too, and they a fun!
Yes, all mindless knitting. It is however with beautiful yarn and this is just what my weary brain needs right now.
From my fall garden.
Early to bed on the East Coast.