- 7 years ago
- Wedding: March 2014
Last year I had to give up my job as a court transcript typist as my hands/arms couldn’t stand the days of constant typing (it was accepted as a workplace injury). It was actually in the diagnosis & treatment of that that I was finally diagnosed with fibro. What a relief… I FINALLY had an explanation for the years of hell I’d been going through silently, because I figured people would think I was a hypochondriac! Quite a revelation at 26.
Anyway, because I was on such limited duties and there wasn’t much else I could do there and I couldn’t see much of a future there I interviewed for and was successful in getting a job as receptionist for Prosecutors Chambers (basically like state attorneys in the US I think? bit hard to explain). Both jobs are public service. First I resigned my previous job, then I was told that I didn’t need to resign & they could just transfer me, so I sent an email rescinding the resignation etc.
The reception job was a maternity leave cover for a year and that time is nearly up. The problem is my old section are claiming I resigned fully & they have no record of me cancelling it etc! And I’m trying to get access to my old work emails and having no luck. So it looks like I’m going to have to find a job elsewhere (which sucks, because there are good perks here etc).
The thing is, I’ve been working only four days a week because of the fibro and I am barely managing that. I was only working three days from about December to March because things were so bad. But trying to find a part time job is proving really impossible. I think I might be able to manage a full time job close to home but that’s proving tough too. And I’m really scared about starting fresh with a new company, because the department I’m working for now have been exceptionally wonderful about me working around the limitations of the condition.
Job hunting sucks 🙁 Job interviews suck worse 🙁 My confidence has been totally killed and I am so freaking scared about all this and of course the stress is causing a flare.
I’m just lucky my FH is an absolute saint at putting up with the exhaustion, the grumpiness, the tossing and turning. I He’s my absolute rock.
Anyone else been through a similar situation?