New Year thoughts...

Day Eight of sobriety!  I had my last drink on New Year's Eve.

Physically, I've felt okay.  Not had any withdrawal symptoms.  Not even thought about it too much.  I'm eating well (though I always have), taking exercise, sleeping better.  My energy levels are good.  It's nice not to wake up some mornings feeling nauseous and dehydrated.

My drinking really only started to take off in the immediate run-up to and during my last relationship - so, around 2013 onwards.  It was heavy during that relationship - 18 months.  It tailed off a little afterwards, then got a little heavier again during my time caring for mum during her final illness.  Don't get me wrong there: I took my caring responsibilities very seriously, and never allowed my drinking to interfere with them.  But I needed something just to take the edge off of the emotional turbulence I was going through at the time.  It was a crutch that helped me through - and also in the aftermath.  Since then, and since starting the job I've been doing, my drinking has moderated again.  Up until last August, that is, when my bullying problem started at work.  Once more, I started using alcohol (stupidly and ultimately counter-productively, I know) to again take the edge off of my feelings, and to quell my anxiety.  In the run up to Christmas, I let things go a bit.  Over a ten-day period, I saw off 4 bottles of scotch, a couple of bottles of wine and several beers.  Probably my highest level of consumption to date.  An average of maybe 15 units a day.  Over the whole of that 5-year period (which included extended periods of not drinking), my average consumption was probably around 50-60 units per week.

I know it's early days.  But the other side of it, during this last week, is that I've been feeling more lost than usual.  I don't like going out too much - apart from long, lone walks or cycle rides for exercise.  I'm finding people - even if I don't have to talk to them - more irritating than usual.  I walk around the streets and shops with a kind of tunnel vision - focusing on blank spaces ahead, trying not to look people in the face.  I can't wait to get back home, shut the door, shut the world out.

I've done a bit of reading.  I've watched a few movies.  I've tried to do some writing, but it's like trying to get blood out of a stone.  My imagination seems to have gone into the sidings for the time being.

I'm in a limbo period at the moment - between ending my last job and starting my new one.  Getting back into the routine of work again will, I'm sure, help me.  I'm feeling a little without purpose just now.  Without alcohol to numb my senses and dampen down my emotions and thought processes, I'm much more alert to things.  I can't exactly say I feel great, overall.  If anything, I feel more confused by life.  I'm more conscious of simply going through the motions of existence.

As I said, though... early days...

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  • I had my final run-in with my (ex)employer today. 

    My salary that was paid in December was over £100 down on what it should have been.  I couldn't understand why as I'd worked a full month in November.  The way it works is, we submit timesheets at the beginning of the month listing the previous month's hours.  Then the pay we receive at the next pay day should reflect that.  That's how it's always worked for me in previous jobs, anyway. 

    Not so in this job, it seems!  The payroll clerk told me 'You went onto half pay in December because of your ongoing sick leave.'  Er... but... my  pay should have been for November's hours.  'No,' she said.  'We don't work that way.  We pay you for the month you're in, even though the timesheet you submit is for the previous month's hours.'  Eh?  Please explain.  'We pay you effectively in advance, then use the timesheet to deduct money from the current month's salary if you've missed any hours during the previous month.'  Okay.  Seems an odd way to work it.  But nothing surprises me about these people any more.

    So, based on that - I'll be lucky to clear anything at all in January - when I'll have my rent to pay in February, my credit card bill, and the car to tax.  I hope I've gotten something through on my UC claim by then.  I hope I'll have my start date for my new job by then, too.

    I've given notice today, forthwith.  Now at least I'm not stuck in limbo any more.  I'm finished with them.  I've no doubt they'll get back to me and say that because I've used up nearly all of my annual leave entitlement in nine months, they'll have to stop that money, too.  I'll probably end up owing them money.

    If so... they can sing.

    I'm finished with them now.

    I should feel happy about that.  But I don't.  I feel very sad and despondent.  That it should come to this, through no real fault of my own.

    Except that I'm autistic.  And they don't seem to know how to handle that - being a charity that specialises in autism care an' all...

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  • I had my final run-in with my (ex)employer today. 

    My salary that was paid in December was over £100 down on what it should have been.  I couldn't understand why as I'd worked a full month in November.  The way it works is, we submit timesheets at the beginning of the month listing the previous month's hours.  Then the pay we receive at the next pay day should reflect that.  That's how it's always worked for me in previous jobs, anyway. 

    Not so in this job, it seems!  The payroll clerk told me 'You went onto half pay in December because of your ongoing sick leave.'  Er... but... my  pay should have been for November's hours.  'No,' she said.  'We don't work that way.  We pay you for the month you're in, even though the timesheet you submit is for the previous month's hours.'  Eh?  Please explain.  'We pay you effectively in advance, then use the timesheet to deduct money from the current month's salary if you've missed any hours during the previous month.'  Okay.  Seems an odd way to work it.  But nothing surprises me about these people any more.

    So, based on that - I'll be lucky to clear anything at all in January - when I'll have my rent to pay in February, my credit card bill, and the car to tax.  I hope I've gotten something through on my UC claim by then.  I hope I'll have my start date for my new job by then, too.

    I've given notice today, forthwith.  Now at least I'm not stuck in limbo any more.  I'm finished with them.  I've no doubt they'll get back to me and say that because I've used up nearly all of my annual leave entitlement in nine months, they'll have to stop that money, too.  I'll probably end up owing them money.

    If so... they can sing.

    I'm finished with them now.

    I should feel happy about that.  But I don't.  I feel very sad and despondent.  That it should come to this, through no real fault of my own.

    Except that I'm autistic.  And they don't seem to know how to handle that - being a charity that specialises in autism care an' all...

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