Today was not a good day. I am writing to try to keep it from weighting me down. It started too early, and ironically ended too early.
Sometime near 2:30am my bladder woke me up. It was not just that lower organ that brought me to wakefulness, despite a cool bedroom I had sweated enough to leave the sheets damp, something was troubling me. Sleep was very slow to return. I found everything on my mind.
The bed oddly felt lonely, for the first time in I can't think how long I thought, a human here would be good. The cat's not coming when I called did not help. So I tossed and turned worrying about work. The dark mood I worried about on Facebook was showing up. The mood I had when at last I fell asleep was heavy enough that when I woke it was like coming up for air. Sleep did not return until far too close to 4am to be worth much.
So I got up, it was one of the three very hard things I did today. The other two were leave the house, and not walk off site in the first hour of work. The change of work is enough not justify a down mood. A week ago I was part of a tight crew, where I had their respect, camaraderie, trust, and was granted a comfortable level of autonomy. I was good at what I did and I spent 9 months learning how to get better at it. The hours were stable, yes the pay was low but it was predictable. Where I moved to was all different.
I replaces a tight crew with a small army. Where I had mellow professionals who placed being right over being fast, I got a massive site full of restless men jockeying for position. That testosterone atmosphere was enough to make me think of the North West Territory. All the trust and autonomy were taken away, it became follow the crew lead, carry a thing, repeat. I was another temp in a sea of temps.
The site is a cleanup after an apartment fire. It is moving without the thrill of getting a new home. The place is swarming with trades people, temps, and others. As I said there is a lot of men jockeying for position, and some who take being on a crew as a sigh that you should make conversation. As a result I am still deflecting questions about where I am from, they all come from one source. There is a quality about the aggressive posturing that I find deeply tiring. I am not saying I worked with bad people, no but I lacked the strength to be in a tiring atmosphere without it wearing on me. When asked if I was ok, when carrying a heavy thing, I wanted to answer 1000X NO, but said I'm fine, because the things that were wrong were on the inside.
In the end it comes down to I want things to be getting a little better not a little worse. The change of contract, moved thing to the little worse bin. This saddens and angers me. Perhaps made worse by the fact that the last few weeks were peppered with great moments. I simply miss the photocopier job. It might be the first job where that really happened. It taught me a lot. Most importantly I know far more about what I need from a job to be engaged and therefore happy. A plan is forming, I have a spread sheet for tracking things once I send out applications. There is one thing I know, I will need help.
Some of the help will need to be technical, there is only so many times I can look at a resume and have it make sense. Most will need to be mental. When I am active in looking for work I quickly become deeply anxious and that can cripple my efforts. I develop an impotent rage, the feeling that even after doing all the steps, and knowing the right things I still can't get the expected outcome. But the longer I stay in the precariate the more I need to get out.