to add to the recovery fun, i told my workplace i’d be out at least thursday (the 30th and operation date) and friday (the 1st) and that my doctor estimated i’d need at least a week after that.
somehow my workplace translated that to two days total and i started receiving emails on monday (the 4th) telling me “i hope you’re recovered; here’s some work to do.”
my supervisor gave His Majesty - my boss - last week off because he’s ~so burnout~ despite knowing i’d be out last week. he barely works. i routinely bust my ass to meet the academic calendar deadlines. my part-time coworker - sweet, but not the brightest crayon in the box - was out with covid. my coworkers also seem to think surgery recovery is the equivalent of a vacation so i should be well-rested and not feeling the burnout of nearly two years of increased workload + trauma.
i’m *just now* strong enough to like…shower and sit at the table to eat. i cannot wait to try to figure out what tasks to prioritize at work this week when everything is basically past due, i’ll have virtually no assistance, and everyone expects me to be at 100% 🙃












